Pretty desperate and miserable stuff from la Strap, with all the wholesomeness and joie de vivre of a stale semen stain. Over a backing as sour as curdled milk, ‘(Afternoon) Soaps’ callously depicts a relationship on the point of dying from apathy and mutual antipathy. "Bird number one taught me I shouldn’t trust and that’s why I find unfounded doubts abound/But bird number two proved that with none, we’re nothing". The Righteous Brothers’ ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling’ this ain’t. Compellingly repellent.