ANYONE who thought these leather-clad Danes had never quite gone far enough in their pursuit of the ultimate slack-jawed, pasty-faced, feedback squall sex drone should be a sight happier with this, their third album. Clearly still very much in the slipstream of Jesus and Mary Chain and, to a lesser extent, Suicide, this grubby, hugely-derivative set throws up some tantalising, if predictable, results.

It may all be done with metaphorical smoke and (two-way) mirrors, but You Want The Candy, the surf-tastic Blush and Blitzed sound like a lewd and lurid time was had by all. The album rarely gets beyond demo quality and is much the better for it as Sune and Sharin's guitars are piled high and the drum machine automaton is stuck in wall of sound mode. Forever.