The album is better when the lyrics remain more suggestive (the slinky “Breaking Into Cars”) than explicit (the self-explanatory “Boys Who Rape (Should All Be Destroyed)”) but In And Out Of Control mostly finds the band thriving in a niche of its own creation.
This is their thing, their schtick. And for the most part, bending phil Spector out of shape and dragging him by his hair through a raft of distortional devices and all the while kicking the hell out of the ‘Leader of the Pack’ is a very good thing.
Four albums in, this nourish duo are still unwavering in their approach: Chilly, disturbing lyrics emerge from a dense fog of blissful Spector harmonies and squalling Jesus and Mary Chain surf and strings. Only now, those lyrics are more bizarre.