These guys (and ladyee) are tighter than Hasslehoff?s trunks, more rocking than a geology lecture and deeper than a fucking Keats anthology. Their songs boast choral soundscapes that pave the way for the most immense, crashing, thundering, and menacing metal drumming and stunning operatic vocals, courtesy of Becki. They stand rigid against the odd technical glitch, launching seamlessly into the riff-tastic goth-pop gem that is ?A Ghost In My Emotion?. Season?s End are brooding and crushing without being completely clich?d in that ?cheer-up-goth?, HIM-style manner. If you love Nightwish, crave something heavier and more technical than Evanescence and snog your Cradle of Filth signed photo every night, check out this band before you have to pay more than a fiver to see them live.