Although Luke Haines got a name for himself with his albums with the Auteurs, this record is totally distinct in its sound. While containing Haines' usual malevolence, here it is surrounded by wailing shots of noise, clattering percussion, menacing strings and funked-up bass, combined with buzzing electro synths, all nevertheless very sparse, making the sudden interjections of instruments even more invasive. Although the album milks pretty much the same sound all the way through, it's such an inventive and unique one that this works. Treading the line with his lyrics about terrorism between mocking and almost condoning, it's Haines at his most provocative.
Every track is consistent, with strong melodies and lyrics, but the album's highlight is probably 'There's Gonna Be An Accident', which is the closest the album gets to an upbeat, accessible track, with its groove-based sound and menacing lyrics ('driving around on vodka and aspirin/you're gonna wake up in casualty'). Also excellent are both versions of the title track: the first angular and disjointed, the second more rhythmic and acoustic; the brief but incendiary 'Burn Warehouse Burn', and the interesting 'Back On The Farm', which shifts finds a strange wistfulness in its aching chord progression without losing any of the album's trademark intensity. The lyrical references are all incredibly obscure, but you have to hand it to Haines: it's pretty clever, as total provocatism goes.