Spit Like this are one of those uniquely British cultural glitter bombs, the neon offspring of Sigue Sigue Sputnik and Transvision Vamp, who have pop art, shameless commerce, and nuclear war so mixed up that the line between who's selling who no longer matters. It's just an endless download of electric pleasures, like a swimming pool full of chocolate for a love-starved brain. As such, these are not songs, they are "pop shots", which are the same color and have the same effect as Jello shots, only you don't need a fake ID to get 'em. Imagine Dennis Leary's "Asshole" deconstructed by a glampop Suicide. Imagine ice cream cowboys clip clopping down the "Beaten Road" on the backs of cartoon horses. Imagine Missing Persons and Fields of the Nephilim wrote a song called "Hooked On You" together. Then spin off in dizzying circles to the throb of a grinding sex ballad called "I Need a Fix". This is only the sonic wing of the Spit Like This empire, by the way. I'm pretty sure they're really some kind of love and terror cult.