A taut, melodically chiming, tom-heavy set of tunes, it feels claustrophobic yet cozy, like a Japanese pod room piping in a constant flow of Echo and the Bunnymen.  Full text...

This is a band that has a sterile aesthetic but is somehow able to create plenty of emotion and energy. Is that possible? I don't know. But if it is, The Zincs are doing it.  Full text...

A classy affair all the way, Black Pompadour is sure to impress those who let it work its magic.  Full text...

With much of Pompadour following the model of Dimmer’s sprightly “Moment Is Now!”, the album is a brisk exercise in highly literate, cosmopolitan rock, the bright, elastic energy of the band’s performances counterbalanced by Elkington’s dry, laconic vocal delivery.  Full text...

The Zincs' third album, Black Pompadour, engenders more awkward chuckles than outright guffaws. The brooding mid-mid-tempo pacing and smoky classic-rock guitar grandeur set a table for some serious moping.  Full text...

Black Pompadour is not a bad album, it’s just flat; it’s delivered with little to no passion, meaning that listening to it in its entirety will be a test of patience for some.  Full text...