Strawberry Switchblade is a band I hold very close to me. Since discovering them a few years ago, I have been utterly fascinated with the duo and their cult following, which is seemingly nonexistent outside of the UK and, strangely, Japan. I own a copy of the only vinyl pressing of their only studio album, printed on cardboard stock and still in the protective plastic sleeve it came shipped from Germany in. The band occupies a strange but enticing niche, somewhere between traditional goth and cutesy rococo fashion, making melodies so saccharine they can rot your teeth through the headphones.