Moderate Rock Reviews
If the Pixies were born twenty years later, if Head Automatica drank shots instead of snorting cocaine, if Bloc Party didn't feel so down about the sky falling, or whatever's troubling them this week- They'd sound like The Retrosexuals… music to sweat to, indie with allure rather than angles, pitched perfectly between bedroom dancing, playing at a disco, and rocking a dingy Camden dive, all at the same time. Pure drum-machine-driven guitar pop that's just begging to take over the world.

Losing Today
This skinny tied baby is darkly delicious and beset with a hypnotic like clockwork underpin that’s walled within an alluring front line assault of austere mood-ist white knuckle tension forming blankness that leaves a set of scorched tyre treads across your psyche as though you’ve been the victim of a vicious hit n’ run. Flip over for the far superior ‘With you’ a viciously vibrant angulated animal ablaze with twisted riffs that sting and scar from attack positions usually populated by the shoe gaze brigade and to these ears sounding like they’ve cross cultured the melody from Cure’s ‘Lovesong’ and fused it with the proto cool of B-Movie and Kissing the Pink - a feat I’m sure you’ll agree worthy alone of the entrance fee. Deputy single of the Missive.

Is This Music?
The Retrosexuals spew out messed-up psychotic electropunk - powered by drum-machines, augmented by searing guitars and seductive keyboards, and encouraging the listener to don their dancing shoes and grin like a loon.

1.	Telephone
2.	With You