The music scene seems to have finally shifted away from the day-glo 80's nostalgia penned by the likes of Calvin Harris et al. Sure, just like any blare of upbeat, twitchy dance pop, it was all terribly toe-tapping fun whilst it lasted. But another musical realm existed in that mythical era of conservatives, protests, royal weddings and financial breakdown. And seeing as history appears to be repeating itself in an all too familiar manner, it may possibly be time for a return to gloom and doom in the music world. The likes of The Cure, Siouxsie and Bauhaus provided a soundtrack for those outsiders who couldn't connect with the slickly manufactured chart toppers, a group and culture still very much in existence to this very day.

Here for your listening pleasure, with nigh on perfect timing, are Minks, a duo who hail from that musical paradise known as Brooklyn. The spacious sound of debut album By The Hedge is full of melodies made up of majestic mopings, weepingly adolescent and yet subtly mature in it's content and heart.

Minks emit a light gothic aura, dwelling in the art of depression, with track titles such as 'Funeral Song' and 'Life At Dusk' repeatedly emphasising the principles at the centre of the band. By The Hedge grumbles into life, via opening track 'Kusmi', with a faint fuzz before a gentle blend of two voices flows into existence, one sweetly dulcet female tone and one beautifully bleary male murmur. The aforementioned 'Funeral Song' forms a somewhat buoyant heart of the record, weighed down by a haze but able to float upwards via an oddly enchanting keyboard wail on the chorus, although lyrics reveal a mournful longing as Sean Kilfoyle wistfully reminisces "so long summertime". 'Indian Ocean' is an instrumental ramble through undulating guitar pickings and a tormented tenor, whereby Minks expertly showcase the souls that inhabit vessels capable of crafting and manipulating such a sound that pumps with a gorgeous minimalism.

Murk really sits uneasy on the mind in the slow thud and groan of the record and anyone with less than a love for a band like The Cure will instantly utter a moan of discontent and disgust, before reaching for something with a quicker pace and a jolly synth. Anyone with more of a disaffected mind, even those just occasionally burdened with pensive notions, Minks will once more provide the soundtrack through a thoroughly worrying political, social and economic era. And though simple sounds can't quite fix the world, they certainly can soothe and repair the heart, a powerful medicine in the ears of the open and accepting.