‘They remain the only cult I’d consider joining, and with a new fan-funded record expected next year there may be more where all this distilled joy came from – this end may not yet be theirs. But that negligible tumour of sadness has now swelled into a thoroughly depressing thought. That, as they approach their 10th anniversary as a band, that which they do so unfailingly keenly may not be enough to ensure survival. Undoubtedly, in here harking back to the pasts of Sharman’s ‘75 and their own ’00s they jumble together a present-day memory sure to plague the mind for a long while yet. However, it’s their collective future that remains terrifyingly, and with that tragically unstable. It seems, on this Hallowe’en soirée, about as precarious as a ritualistic jig on the ridge of a bloody knife. Nonetheless even in these latter stages of… they remain an act of utmost integrity worth rejoicing in whilst it lasts…’

Dots & Dashes rejoice in Tim DeLaughter’s The Polyphonic Spree…