Ah, but we’ll miss them won’t we? Although their stage shows were shambolic, their style ill-advised and their name, frankly, bollocks, it was still refreshing to have such fun erupting from often too dour East London.
This swan-song release is typically adorable-like-Midget-Gems Test-Icicles fare, with the added bonus of being scrunched up versions of their own ‘greatest hits’ (read: most popular songs). 'Boa vs. Python' is fabulous; cumming at your ass like a Dracula Pac Man, the Playschool style BRA playfulness of it not fully hiding its sinister undertones. If a rave were held in the house of Hammer Horror, this would be the dance floor anthem.
'Catch It' is slightly less successful. It’s a more laid back offering, the sound of the dregs of the dance floor when the sun’s just started to come up, as opposed to the 2am euphoria of the lead track. But it's probably just what you need when you’re starting to feel like you could stomach something other than water.
Missing you already boys.