‘Upon collision, Stewart and Larsen emit a warm yet wicked emotivity; the claustrophobic jerks of somehow humid guitar injected by the former into the madcap vibrations of the latter to create something that’s utterly compulsive and that, to resort to hackneyed terminology, is infinitely greater than the sum of its parts. For together they bear semblance to an explosive, unconventional orchestra as sticked Chinese cymbals clang; distorted circuit boards fizzle and twitch; bowed xylophones groan; contorted accordions moan as if exhaling their last; and theremins warble dulcet bittersweet nothings. The sirens of that wretched world beyond these fogged windows pervade each and every intersong silence meanwhile, wrenching thoughts back to our recurringly dismal reality.’

Dots & Dashes review XXL down in Dalston…