Some music has a seasonal component to it — the Beach Boys will forever be synonymous with summer, Belle & Sebastian sounds particularly good on autumn evenings, and so on. Blank Dogs, then, is lodged in winter. Not only does the dude love his hooded sweatshirt, but his brand of gothic new wave hibernates under a thick layer of atmospherics where the reverb and distortion cause his vocals to sound chillingly morbid. Chillingly morbid — just like New York in January.