A(nother) set of implausibly potent songs from the twins, adamantine from top to tail, so let’s pick two: The sinuous psychoanalytic incantation of "Red Belt" pulls up just short of plunging insight; “North Shore” is a punky spew of masochistic prohibitions stoked to cathartic escape velocity. Their best work yet.
Reminds us of: PJ Harvey | The Furies | Being chewed out by a gorgeous soon-to-be-ex girlfriend