With artwork more attuned to an altogether different scene, Beast Milk conjure up the ghost of Joy Division, bringing it up-to-date via Interpol but sounding far lower in the mix during ‘Death Reflects Us’ and all the better for it. The room temperature fails to rise above freezing during the aptly titled ‘The Wind Blows Through Their Skulls’ as guitars run full throttle throughout before arriving at the equally bleak in name ‘Genocidal Crush’. It is this latter song, however, that raises the stakes higher for Beast Milk, offering an uncanny resemblance to Ian McCulloch (Echo & the Bunnymen) as it wrings out a more melodic edge yet still retaining a claustrophobic feel. Such a dense atmosphere is all too infectious as it transmits to ‘You Are Now Under Our Control’, plummeting to further depths under a pounding rhythm and cast adrift vocal supplied by Kvohst. If you’re looking for songs full of optimism, then you won’t find too much of that here, but what you will find is a thoroughly persuasive album of postpunk and indie guitar rock with an ice-cold exterior that will satisfy fans of Bauhaus and the previously mentioned Joy Division and Interpol.