You’ve been at the bottom of the rock bottom for so long, you wouldn’t even recognise desire if it spat you dead in the eye. Why don’t you make like yeast and rise up?            Mixed metaphors and disparate historical influences are made to sit uncomfortably next to each other like sisters and brothers on a hotel bed, desperately trying not to understand each other. All fired up with nowhere to go, Camel is a herotic protest against heroticism.