They sing! Finally! Fucking right! For the daunting follow up album, the girls-only troupe Electrelane, end the silence of their instrumental first album by featuring vocals on nearly every track of their sophomore venture. And while the first album was warm with blushingly delicate pop-chamber arrangements, this album and this track comes throwing punches from the outset. From the loud celebration of The Slits we slide into the cool intimacy of another girl group, though they wonder nothing of music but use the medium to wonder about themselves. Much whimsy has drained from the four, it's gone back to grassy plains, leaving them and the listener for the better. You can only be cradled for so long. At parts they can sound a dead-on female Joy Division (that only took 25 years) and at others they can sound just like your recent ex, the first time that you speak again, without tenderness or tie. And that's in this song alone. It's Verity Susman's vocals and their recently discovered legs that give this song so much. Her voice is still new and trying to find its footing, attempting many stances to see which one is best. A growth that is fascinating to watch, the missteps as enthralling as the successes, and wonder how it turns out. That stance is not on this album. The next Electrelane outing is guaranteed to see the group and the vocals at full maturity and thrust. In the meantime there are these glimmering snapshots from a band's adolescence.