Diversity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Every track on the new album from *The Matches *is in a different style, retelling a different story, with almost a different producer every time. It lends to little but incoherence.

It all starts with a wilting flower of a song in ‘Salty Eyes’, bringing with it obvious Cure references, passes through the almost-edgy driving rock of ‘Papercut Skin’, and finishes off with an abstract mess of a crescendo in ‘The Barber’s Unhappiness’. This album is more akin to being an unorganised collection of average singles than a definitive anthology of a band’s passage through the Warped Tour.

_Decomposer _is a zigzagging mind fuck of a record that makes sure there’s both something and nothing for everyone. It’s a massive contradiction. It is completely directionless. You’ll be left wondering what the point is.