Sub-lingual review from metal hammer


BANDS like Cable don't come along every day, but thanks to protracted legal difficulties, this, their third LP, arrives as the last will and testament from the quirky Derby racketeers. It finds this most atypical of Britrock outfits again successfully bridging the chasm between indie shoegazing and tooled-up aggro. With their trademark command of dynamics to the fore, Cable play themselves into the history books with all strings blazing, remaining melodically eccentric and spikily unpredictable to the last.