This is a strange specimen.

It is a ‘fusion’ (and I want you to really picture the air-quotes I’m brandishing when I say that) of dance and rock music. Electroclash. Or maybe Electrock. The band name is a kind of vague reference to 1984, a book which the band themselves read so long ago that they struggle to recount, when interviewed, what ‘Innerpartysystem’ refers to. But still – they’re Sticking It to The Man!

They also indicate that the use of ‘emo’ as an adjective for their vocals is the most irritating thing to find in a review. Oops. But they really, really are emo vocals, dude. See the blood dripping ominously down the singer’s wrist? Don’t call casualty, or the Samaritans – it’s from the broken heart that he wears so deliberately and precisely on his sleeve.

The main pull of this kind of Noo-Raiv music (I’ll spell it however I like, thanks) is the energy, the vitality. After a couple of tracks here, however, the gumption is gone and we’re in downtown Mid-Tempo Dancerock Monotony.