Coathangers, Larceny and Old Lace. I’m a sucker for bands which pun on titles of old American stage comedies. The music is a comfortable return to the composed chaos of punk/new wave bands in the label-dominated 1980s. There’s something choreographed in those antic screams and raw guitar melodies. I trust it not to get out of control, which is not what I feel from a somewhat similar yet much more dangerous female-fronted band such as The Darlings.