Valentine Six's world is one of silk-lined nightclubs, trachea-puncturing cigarettes, and smack-addled East Berlin poverty, and as such they have atmosphere to spare. Songs generally try to keep the listener off-balanced with grumbling bass and driven and deranged sax, led by the black baroque larynx of Parker Valentine. The problem's that if there's a knowing emotional showmanship here, it succeeds far less than for the band's obvious heroes Nick Cave and the Tindersticks. "Motel Lights," for example, or "Blood Orange" and "Sonic" romanticize the lowered gaze of anti-social performance rather than try to recognize and destabilize it. It's dark lounge music, but intentionally dark. Unstructured (to a point), and yet garish, sinewy, one-paced, and certainly camp.
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AllMusic Review by Dean Carlson