Haunting melody. Ragged feedback. Bittersweet vocals evoking Morrissey's lovelorn falsetto and Leonard Cohen's poetic flare. Sydney quartet MERCY ARMS are one of rock's most captivating young bands. They've drawn comparison to the classic pop of The Smiths and The Church, to the noise-guitar mastery of The Cramps and My Bloody Valentine, emerging as the next in kin to there anti podean fore fathers The Triffids and The Go-Betweens. But it's a fresh sound too. Unforgettable choruses, shimmering noise, crowned by Thom Moore's poignant vocal.