Labels: Revelation
Review by: Alex Deller
Now, I was none too fond of this bands last outing on Rev, but this, this just clicks. Like on the first album everything just falls into place. You want convoluted riffs? You got it. You want strep-throat rasps clashing head-on with sing-song whimsy? You got it. You want rhythms that’d snap your mother’s back? You got it. You want some plaintive chamber music to play at your grandfather’s wake? You don’t got it. Everything just rushes along like a school bus driven by a cracked-out schizophrenic – children scream! Grown men cry! Old women drop down dead in the middle of the street! And all while the lunatic Drowningman is having the dapperest time, screeching as the sparks fly and the bones crack like so much dry tinder, whinnying with pleasure as a hapless pedestrian is caught under the wheels of his seemingly unstoppable rock and roll killing machine, dragged forty yards or so before being spat out a bloody heap and left for dead by the roadside.From the tricky fretboard gymnastics to the spiteful, sarcastic lyrics and meanspirited song titles (‘My First Restraining Order’, anyone?) it all just gels in precisely the way their last release didn’t. Two thumbs up!