Orange Goblin, eh? They seem to have been on the go for hunnerds of years but this is actually only album number five, though their first for new paymasters Sanctuary. Hmmm.
So have they forgone their scuzzy stoner / biker rock for a sniff of the filthy lucre? Is it time for some trend killing emo haircuts? Don't be stupid. Ten years down the line and it's still dirty big riffs, scrappy vocals and horns in the air for Orange Goblin.
Which is both their saving grace and their failing. Y'see if you like Orange Goblin, then you're going to love this album, as it is definitely one of their best. But if you're one of those strange people who've managed to remain immune to their charms over the years, then the mighty riffing of 'The Ballad Of Soloman Eagle' and 'Hot Knives And Open Sores' are unlikely to sway you. Fool.
Those of us with taste, however, will dust down our loon pants and indulge in some histrionic displays of headbanging and idiot dancing not seen since the glory days of 1981.