The Shining

Imagine a band that can make music that's as paranoid and beautiful as a Stanley Kubrick movie. Written by Stephen King, sung by a twenty two year old called Duncan with a smile like Blackpool Illuminations and cheekbones that could pass as threatening weapons. Well, your luck's in. They're called, suitably enough, THE SHINING. Don't treat them lightly. Just when you think you've got their number ( sort of Sly Stone jamming with the Stooges, playing Can, produced by Funkadelic, you know the kinda thing ) a chorus creeps up on you, lures you in, and next thing tiny traffic cops are beating the inside of your head with rubber truncheons and you're smiling all over.