The latest release from these long-running mang(e)lers opens up with something a bit different: a six-and-a-half minute brain-scrape that’s built around a single grooving riff. Said riff is then lowered into a bathtub’s worth of acid, before being slathered with noise, feedback and some truly dick-kicking guitar solos. Rather than a whole album of stuff that’s pitched somewhere between Skitkids and Hawkind, the band then offer up a series of 90-second blurts that’re equal parts noise-punk and traditional Svensk käng: a blistering union of Confuse and Mob 47 that’ll perhaps reassure the purists out there that the noisy world of Sex Dwarf won’t be getting too progressive anytime soon.
