Thank heaven for festering desire, forestalled hope, and romantic torture or this U.K. band would have nothing to sing about. Nick Cave-like crooner Liam McKahey lends Cousteau's flamboyant piano-, string-, and brass-accented tunes an engaging theatricality. But the tracks are loveliest when least overwrought: ''(Shades of) Ruinous Blue,'' which rhymes ''pale luminescent face'' with ''cumulescent grace,'' is pure gothic hooey.


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