An almost ridiculous barrage of mental, short and filthy tales wrapped in rock `n' roll that lasts for a glorious 22 minutes, the extravagantly named pull off the extravagantly basic and repulsively beautiful.
There is a lot of memorable blurts from the clubsinger-meets-Misfits style vocalist, with more `Owww!'s and screams than you can shake a stick at, as guitars slice through with menacing and sometimes American southern-rock substance. The goodness `Horse of the Dog' supplies is inexpressible as the blend within the music just works and has obviously just appeared without a second thought as to what it consisted of.
They show that there still a light of the well-used rock `n' roll tunnel, and it is they who are bearing the torch, aiding those hard-edged newcomers to follow.
But: how is this band British when everything reeks of U.S swagger?