| · Flying under the radar for more than a decade, this is the fifth album from Edinburgh’s self-proclaimed "voodoo beat seditionists"
If the cover art was any indication, I was in for an assault on the ears of rancorous, guitar-fuelled punk rock giving the musical equivalent of the middle finger. Depicting a child-like drawing of an aircraft emblazoned with the United States insignia and the words "I love total destruction" scrawled with the penmanship of a five-year-old, the album was sure to take Bush to task through total distortion. Track titles like "Fat Mafia" had me cringing before I put the disc on the stereo.
What I got was languid funk basslines with cheeky monologues, experimental jazz contributions and surf guitars (think Beck or Blur’s "Parklife"). Sadly demonstrating the awful cliché of judging a book by its cover, I’ve had to complete a stern penance regime of listening to the album five times before bed every night.
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