It's a document of a world going down in flames, in love with itself and its own alluring, deceptive surfaces. It's a record of pathos and tragedy wrapped in ill-calculated jokes and crumpled pornographic images. It's also an odd sort of celebration of the horrors and discomforts currently lashing at us.
"Flames is stiff with lyrical disdain and resentment, stark whimsy and a form of melting angst over the songs that leak or pump out, often catching you off guard. It's a distinctively bracing, thick indie sound, full of purpose and morose tangles. You get it, you’ll love it." (Mick Mercer).