Algo así como post-rock electrónico, con unos ambientes terriblemente bien armados, donde, de la nada y como si nada, pasan de lo agressor a lo tiernucho, dejándonos algo perfecto.
Una maravilla de disco y grupo, en verdad es perfecto.
"...stop, start, do not engage with the wrong kind of nasty people down by the rail lines, playing games without any thought for your heart or your body, so are you feeling like your walls are closing in, are you feeling tired? LOVE, lust, kitten in the bath, don't get her wet, or you'll be covered in scratches when trains cost more than enough to burn all the hope hearts you drew on your.
And now i'm feeling like i'm out of energy, so i'm dreaming of your warmth against my skin. And the mother will send you the message, there's tea in the post and there's stains on the bedsheets, the smile on my face will hurt you i know, but we live in our lies as we love through our loss...stop, start, stop, start, do not engage..."
