Album Review by Richard North
"Somewhere the blast furnace explodes..."
But, of course, there's far more intrigue involved than that.
There is nothing quite that simple here anymore. The Trees have
veered away from their tedious Banshees roots, consequently producing
a cunning, insidious and captivating LP.
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, they disguise a malicious and grevious
intent behind graceful, beautiful mottos and motifs. Spectacular lyrical
fables are spun through a maze of inticing pleasantry that inevitably
explode without prior warning.
They tell disturbing little tales of sunlight, sky, rain, decay, VIRUS.
This manner of emphasis adequately illustrates the way the Trees
themselves work. Their heavy punchlines, although shocking, leave you
in no doubt. These country boys! Sweetness incarnate, but with grubby
hands and black soul.
[R.N]