Twentysixfeet’s vocalist’s got problems. Well, from his fevered performance on this 7” you’d reckon so anyway - be it some sort of parasitic attachment eating away at his skin or something far more sinister gobbling away inside his brain, something certainly does ‘Move Under Skin’ _here. His switches from Matt Bellamy-style croons to rabid, Jesus Lizard-like shrieks both enthrall and confuse, whilst the music around him builds to a sci-fi destruction, exploding like the sound of a thousand computers violently crashing. He claims he can’t do _it; we’re never really certain what _it_ is that he can’t do, but aren’t about to start asking a man clearly on the edge.

‘You’re Too Cold’ is calmer by comparison, but the stabbed-at guitars - new-wave sounds butchered into punk squalls - are no less threatening. Again, the voice coming through loud and not-so-clear can’t quite decide on its ideal delivery style, here coming on like Bono on a Joy Division cover. Unique? Oh, you bet. Promising? Natch...