What do a couple of DJs from the land of milk and honey know about darkness? Quite a bit, it would appear from She Wants Revenge's self-titled debut, which bubbles with the same debauched, white-makeup-black-lipstick vibe and downcast synth as British darkwave progenitors Joy Division, Bauhaus, and the Cure. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, the guys in She Wants Revenge are world-class brown-nosers. Seemingly as much a concept as a band, Justin Warfield and Adam Bravin outperform Interpol in their lack of concern about being perceived as "art fags" -- they make no pretense of being "rock," to their credit.
Part of the music's appeal is its cold pallor and morose distance, but it also emobdies an inherent melodrama that's the antithesis of cool detachment. Warfield and Bravin perfectly capture that dispassionate, post-apocalyptic Peter Murphy tone (as well as the affected vocal lilt of '80s British new wave), and its surface gloss may be an apt metaphor for L.A.