"[2] Jo Williams, in Gigwise, described the album as "ten epic tales of self confessed evil pop bastardry... this CD grabs you by the throat and strokes your face, like a lover who has been drinking whiskey until all hours.

"[3] On Leeds Music Scene, Richard Garnett recalled that "Cabin Fever, the Six's last outing, punched you in the face from the off, it splattered your knackers (if you have them) all over the room with a hefty boot… The Scaramanga Six serve up a distinctly more accessible vibe on The Dance of Death with tracks like the string laden pounding-prog-romp "Baggage", the glam-grit of "I Wear My Heart On My Sleeve" or the camped up rocker "Helvetica".

From pace changing opener "The Throning Room" the scene is set for a monster of an album with songs evolving as they leap around the room shedding skins of rock as they smash up your stuff… "Sunken Eyes" finds the band on a rarer more meaningful note tackling the not so trivial subject of domestic violence, "Hide the bruises on your arm" scream the vocals halfway through and the band rip into yet another rock tangent before showing off with a seamless quick switch to some lounge jazz... the clever bastards.

and the delivery, such as on the epic finale of "The Towering Inferno"... Any A&R scouts currently foaming at the mouth over fellow Leeds pomp'n'grandeur merchants Wild Beasts would do well to check these out first, if only for the fact that these guys actually sound like they really mean it, maaaan.

Rock-solid riffs and semi-operatic vocals propel "Vesuvius", "Sunken Eyes" features a great melodic twist, "I Wear My Heart on My Sleeve" boasts a cracking punky chorus, whilst "Towering Inferno" lives up to its immodest title.