On Don’t Heal a fellow named Capalula delivers monotonic spoken-word vocals over a no-wavish backing of sax (squealing, of course), guitar (noise, of course) and rhythm section (altered funk, of course) — none particularly distinguished. A pretender to the throne once occupied by Joy Division’s late Ian Curtis (also from Manchester), Capalula seems to have acquired Curtis’ psychic stomach ache, but lacks the dark depths of black feeling that made Curtis unique.