Isn’t it splendid when artists are so helpful as to provide a handy visual equivalent of the succeeding album as the album’s cover itself? Loveless had a guitar awashed in pink, The Queen Is Dead had a black and white shot of Alain Delon in L'insoumis, and Flipron have the sickly union of light green and chocolate brown; a union that is sadly indicative of neither a life-changing distorted glory or melancholic musings, but instead an uncomfortably awkward mixture. Saves time, no?
Reduced to its bare components it’s not a bad album as such, but one that, like the colours green and brown aligned horizontally, is the unfortunate, messy product of a too varied base of influences; to create an album that passes through Syd Barrett, Neutral Milk Hotel and Half Man Half Biscuit takes expert control and discipline which Flipron just don’t possess. On 'Youth Shall Never Beat Old Age In A Race' and 'The Man Who Was Eaten By A Pie', the jarring sounds of the group’s musical upbringing overwhelm the listener in a barrage of eclecticism, diluting the album’s focus in a heap of faux-wackiness.
In the presence of the accompanying lyric book however, it’s clear Flipron are skilled wordsmiths - perfectly weighted and fluently charismatic, lyrics like, "You're like Jesus Christ meets Hamlet meets Robin Hood", and "When you're a multi-headed hellhound with a reputation for rage / The sympathies of those who meet are hard to engage" are very much early-Pink Floyd, with a dash of the poet Benjamin Zephaniah. Once thrown into the overflowing pool of ideas that make up Biscuits For Cerberus, however, and ejected from the mouth of Jesse Budd into his put-upon ‘dirty blues’ growl, it becomes unremittingly irritating. A book of poetry, perhaps, could be a viable substitute for the next album…
Flashes of cohesion as in ‘Dogboy Vs. Monsters’ are far too rare and in their future ventures Flipron would do well to perhaps divide their love of differing genres into a series of projects. The search for an excellent band of music aficionados continues…

"When you're a multi-headed hellhound with a reputation for rage / The sympathies of those who meet
sounds SO far removed from early Pink Floyd