'Retreat' is a compact, delicious slab of frantic post-punk guitar jittering. It starts off like 'Transmission' and quickly runs into Lena Lovich territory. It's a tight London ode to hedonism and a lifestyle of constant indulging, with a chorus that could round off with a 'one, two, three, oy!'
Like The Jam at their best, the severe and spiky beat marches on to a crescendo that leaves you gasping for pure oxygen, and there's a political sensibility to match. Stick it on and just leave it there. The proposed summer release of their debut album could herald Big Things.
