I’ve said it before – I shouldn’t be allowed to review music of this particular gothy, post metally, emo, angst-rawk genre. And this is why: typically when I hear its pro-tooled “orchestra” guitars and whiney autotuned vocals a particular picture comes to my mind. I picture a grown man with a reasonably fashionable haircut. He’s lying on the ground drooling and clutching himself in a pile of unfinished lyrics. He’s crying. He’s crying because someone has kicked him in the nuts. As Funeral For A Friend, are, unusually for this genre, from the UK, I’ve added a ragged Union Jack to this picture. See it flutter away in the background as he weeps? Unfair? Yes, absolutely. I’m totally playa-hatin’ here. But I can’t get that picture out of my head listening to this record. There must be a reason...