According to their press release, this Texan quartet’s live shows “serve as a parallel universe for the members to act out alternate identities and face the terror of vulnerability with their audiences”. Which frankly sounds like a fucking nightmare. However, after listening to The Mesmerist,
While they describe themselves as glam rock (and have the dramatic make-up and puffy sleeves to prove it), Siamese are less silver-booted stomp, more artfully wispy pirouette. ‘Hounds At Sunset’ is what Connan Mockasin might stick on the stereo while flicking through an old copy of Les Enfants Terribles, all warped grandeur and opiated lilt. In contrast (and despite the title), ‘Chromatose’ is more driven and direct, tightening the writing without losing any of the atmosphere. If they can deliver more tracks of this quality then you will, indeed, be mesmerised.
The Fat Angel Sings 