Waxing apocalyptic
Showcasing pessimistic and foreboding lyrics, and a much harder darker screechy-emo sound, the third album from the Skirts is quite a surprising departure from the happy-go-lucky vibe of party songs like Daddy Don't Disco and Homewrecker. It's an album drenched in paranoid sweat and fear that still retains an intense gloomy seduction and might just be the best work from the Skirts to date.
Forget viewing this album as break-up Dear John letter; at the risk of sounding a little melodramatic it's much more serious than that. "Lost In The Fall" is a suicide note if anything [dot dot dot]