- The Horrors' third album wasn't even out the door before the British press were creaming themselves as to its brilliance, especially the more mainstream rags. I'm sure News Of The World would've said something nice and I can only guess -defamatorially - that they were hacking the band's phones. As the band become national darlings, it is unsurprising, perhaps even a law of nature - that they must become a little bit less interesting. You can still hear echoes of shoegaze and snatches of postpunk rebelliousness, but it's as if there's a label exec. standing behind them with a big stick, ready to hand out a sound thrashing if anyone starts playing their instruments too wildly. It's almost impossible to believe that this is the same band heralded as the inheritor to the 80s B-Line Matchbox Disaster. I swear there are moments where the sound like the frigging Beatles. Before you get all up in arms about music critic snobbery - yeah, yeah - this is not a bad album and it might even be a good album by a mainstream rock band experimenting with strange new sounds, but that band is not the Horrors and this is most certainly not all that they can be.