Trapped, again  this time in the Welsh valleys. But Ellie, Rhiannon and Sian have attitude. Unfortunately, it's been distorted by getting smashed and getting high, which sap their ability to get away from their dull partners, all members of a local punk band. The catalyst is Johnny, a dark-haired dealer who learned his seduction techniques growing up in a Cornish holiday resort. Ellie, would-be rock writer with a Patti Smith attitude when she can be bothered, gets most of our attention, but it is upfront, eternal gangster's moll Rhiannon who is Trezise's most compelling character. Trezise can be sharp, but the "went out, got pissed. Same shit, different day" atmosphere that permeates every life hits the reader like the worst kind of hangover. And quite why the three, Welsh "witches of Eastwick" as Rhiannon nails it, trail after Johnny is a reflection of their environment or his pills rather than any charm that the reader can fathom. Rhiannon's in-your-face valleys speech is arresting and Ellie's dreams poignant, but leaves you with a morning-after head that is hard to shake off.