Not the kind of thing you’d normally expect P. Asbo to DJ*, but there’s something compelling about this excessive, very British (well, Scottish), very 80s, very dramatic, very everything music–it’s got bite. Okay, like just about every other outre pop act from these islands around the time, a certain Dame’s shadow looms large in terms of oblique lyrical flourishes, edgy, synthetic music and some fairly excessive crooning. Although undeniably intense, Sulk possesses thin, trebly sound overall with keyboard synthesisers to the fore; it’s worth noting, however, that they’ve given some latitude for these mostly uptempo performances to a capable and imaginative drummer here which brings more life to proceedings than we often find in like records.
A note on the cover: I laughed to see they’ve caught the chap on the right mid blink makin’ look high as dem kite.
*Although, like E. Plekz, I’ve also got the “best” version of The Affectionate Punch.