Watch it, it's getting creepy. With a dull eighties/nineties gothic grave voice, the band sings against sluggish, consciously sluggish songs; no ray of hope far and wide, only grey, which becomes more and more black. Pleasantly, but without a wink, Ascetic use every clichéd feature of the once quite original dark pop of the eighties. Only, what's the point? "Sick crooning and songs that wander from the peripheries of reality into the depths of the unconscious" is how the record company pathetically describes the nine Australian songs. The whole thing has a certain charm and it wouldn't be so bad if the record had been released in 1988 and not in 2013. Because if you get involved with it, the songs as a whole can already cast a spell over you. Of course, one can also remain in a genre whose further developments are ignored and which fall out of time. But a little own input, a little more creativity would be appropriate.
Top track: I Burn