Always nice to get sent something for review that's so far up your alley you'll ultimately end up digging it out with the business end of a screwdriver. Case in point: Multicult, who kinda sound like Big Black playing Hammerhead songs. Did I here you splutter 'woah!' through that sludgy mouthful of orangeish corn snacks? Yeah, me too when I heard it, and truth be told this lot are definitely worthy of such incredulity, playing short, terse little songs whose pieces – rangy guitars, rhythmic snaps, jittery harmonic pecks and indecipherable yells – slot uneasily together like the slivers of thin, rusty metal that might comprise the world's cruellest jigsaw puzzle. Well worth a go if you like music that does its best not to be in any way likeable, then. Chances are you already know whether that means you or not.