That title. Yes, it’s true; we are. And we’re a long time dead, so listening to music that helps us to better understand our time on this rock hurtling through space while offering temporary refuge from the challenges it presents is essential. Sick Joy’s debut album seems tailor made for these purposes, with the Newcastle-turned-Brighton rockers putting their best foot forward on a collection of tunes that are fuzzy in their execution but razor-sharp in their effect. It’s a remarkably consistent ride, not so much stuck in one-speed setting as offering a swaggering excursion through the darker days experienced by singer-guitar Mykl Barton, a young man with a streak of misanthropy as sizeable as his gift for scuffed melodies. The likes of talking to the dru...