Talking about originality and variety, here comes a record which is essentially the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s do the songs of King Crimson. New York Arty indie meets Prog. It’s eccentric, eclectic and brimming with energy. You really have no idea where each track is going, let alone the actually album. It skitters all over the place and the only constant is the husky and alluring Karen O-esque vocals of Courtney Swain. You come out of it wondering what the heck you have just listened to, but desperate to dive straight back in again.