The Nightmares are a unique troupe of goths. Though their music’s still dripping in darkness and existential, far-reaching conceptualism – no surprise when the album title references a quote from Killing Joke’s Jaz Coleman – it’s wrapped up in a different package from what their image might convey.
They trade not in pitch black melodrama necessarily, but in stormy grey gloom – dark in a different, less ostentatious manner. Crucially, it means they’ve struck on something that’s not just intriguing, but refreshingly different.
The Newport quintet’s stylings are maybe not the most immediate, but this isn’t necessarily a fault. It’s careful, however, to ease listeners in with the bewitchingly choppy punk of Siren Song and the eerie Something In The Dark, where screeching synths and rumbling bass twist around the tale of a woman rendered speechless by a supernatural disturbance she cannot explain. Later, it burns slowly but brightly with a gorgeous attention to detail, its rich textures glinting through more with each listen. Letting It All Go’s jaunty rhythms contrast wonderfully with its earnestness, while the pacy Run Away tips its witch hat towards both Matt Skiba and Robert Smith with jangly guitars and atmospheric keys.