The track's a slithering beast with noir-pop manacles and a gravelly ooze from each tar-soaked refrain. Garwood walks a heady tightrope, at times nodding to the likes of Lamb and Portishead's sensual sleaze, and at others wandering into the hallucinogenic leftfield owned by Tom Waits. It's definitely dark, and it's definitely great.

"I am an angry man; so angry I burn myself. So angry I heat up the air around me. This is the nuclear fuel I use to make music," says Garwood. "In a world so full of pain and madness we need to be better than ever; to evolve not devolve. To become masters of our fate and stop listening to the snake talkers who would steal our last breath. It’s time to go Elvis and shoot the cursed TV."

“This record is fantasy music,” Duke continues. “Beautiful apocalypse love music, it doesn't hide from reality, but it could hide the listener from it all for a while.”

February

• 9 - Bodega, Nottingham
• 10 - King Tut's, Glasgow
• 11 - Headrow House, Leeds
• 12 - The Deaf Institute, Manchester
• 14 - Komedia, Brighton
• 15 - The Louisiana, Bristol
• 16 - Oslo, London