Brit electro-tosser tandem Andy Weatherall and Keith Tenniswood, weary of clever techno chicanery, have decided to get back to the roots, man. So they've picked up some real instruments and called in some drummer friends (you can't bluff your way through beats) and tried coming up with some visceral new sounds using their accumulated knowledge of dub effects and nasty distortion. Only, when Weatherall steps to the microphone to play rock star, his talk-singing comes off like Matt Johnson fronting a Belgian Sisters of Mercy tribute act. Instead of creating some bracingly new variant of three-chord rock, they've stumbled onto a lethargic rehash of goth. Roll over, Wayne Hussey, and tell Andrew Eldritch the news.