Ravage! Ravage!

A mélange of electronic-glam noise and courtesan attitudes that wouldn’t have shamed the court of Charles II. Despite having a blazing attitude that is off kilter with much of what’s around in level-headed Holland at the moment, this is a glossy Gothicke pop band of the highest tradition. Having the temerity to describe themselves as “John Foxx's sons eating glass candy with Siouxsie's naughty daughters” should give you some indication of what will be served up.