Shitting Glitter are a so-so pop band trying to pass themselves off as a fashionable industrial electro-clash band, but it just isn’t working. Their attempts at sounding danceable, which are usually confined to turning up the tempo on the drum machine, practically reek of insincerity, as do singer Amy Crosby’s would-be lurid lyrics (“These bitches are stocked for days / neat, sweet slut buffet”). What is particularly disappointing about Free Alongside Ship is that it could have been a much better album than the dated tripe it is, had its makers stuck true to their songwriting instead of trying to keep up with an already-moribund scene. SE