perfectly poised panic attack pop... (Plan B)
One day, all pop groups will be built this way... (Starvox)
a very small art-deco elevator that goes up to Cramps hell... (20 Jazz Funk Greats)
heartbreaking and sordid... Move over Peaches... (Rough Trade)
mentally ill... bashing on old Add n to (x) keyboards and wetting themselves... (NME)
Come lick the future, it tastes like childhood cast in chrome... (Plan B)
I'd be very careful if I ever met Miss Pain... (Robots and Electronic Brains)
the cheaper music sounds, the more potent it becomes... (The Fly)
Miss Pain gave me a hard-on and a warm feeling in my bum... (The International House of Pussy)
brilliantly conceived girl/boy art-bleep sado-synth trio... (Kittenpainting)
studiously poised, devastatingly creakily sexed-up electro... (Careless Talk Costs Lives)
kitchen sink drama vocals and space-age noise... (The Source)
delightfully invigorating...more please... (To Hell With)
There's no such thing as pain. Except Miss Pain, UK. That's valid (Hawnay Troof)
With music like this, why do they still need to electrocute people?.. (unconsenting witness)
Fuzzing Glamtronik Popism... (Kittenpainting)
Pop so knowing, it borders on sinister... (Careless Talk Costs Lives)
They orchestrate noise. And noise is the biggest sound there is... (unnamed witness)

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