After two years up against the coal face, earning their merit badges in sticky carpet gigging, art pop band Santa Carla are mad as hell, and they're not going to take it any more.
Frankly appalled by the rash of haircut bands assaulting the nation, the band have retreated to their workshop, where they continue to twiddle knobs, turn dials, and concoct the kind of high concept pop that would have Don Simpson using his hands as a viewfinder.