Squalid, skewif and do we fucking love it. Comes packaged - we’re led to believe - on a spanking picture disc format which will include a freebie DVD featuring a tour shot of the bands recent European dates - something which we’ll have to grab for ourselves. Now newly equipped with a singer in the shape of ex - Danananaykroyd front mean Giles Bailey the rampantly dislocated ‘the awesome magnet’ is a seismic mutant swamp boogie and life long subscriber to the Touch ’n’ Go ethos, a pummelling gnarled grinding bastard of a spectacle bludgeoned by an unwavering claustrophobically fraught and fractured head in a vice like evilly bloated frazzled funk underpin that has you recalling a harrowing face off between the belligerent Shellac and uncompromising Jesus Lizard with believe it or not Pere Ubu refereeing the titanic clash with the blood letting floorshow awash with a spiked austere tension and sinew chilling dementia. If anything ’fascist because beautiful’ over on the flip finds itself drowning fast in unbridled tension, a molten hot pressure cooking tight as a gnat’s arse intricate progged math rock instrumental work out that‘s sure to prize off the scalp and flip the wig of many an admirer, splintered, dense, wayward and deep set with all manner of Henry Cow references - frankly we need more - and soon.

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