In retrospect, the early 90's was a great time for music. The 80's obsession with electronica had faded and the post-punk punks were maturing into sophisticated middle age. The time that gave us The Stone roses and so much more, also gave us another masterpiece, greater still. That was this album, Waterpistol.
Unfortunately, due to a catalogue of disasters which stand to prove that truth can be stranger than fiction, Waterpistol didn't see the light of day for nearly 5 years and then only as an obscure release from a tiny German label. Available now as a re-issue, It stands out from record label formulated crowd as a truely fantastic example of the genius that is Mick Head.
If you have stumbled on this review whilst browsing for stuff to buy, go no further. If you don't believe me, try and find a bad review of this album anywhere. If you can't (and you will not) then buy it. Listen to it 3 times and then tell everyone you can get to listen, that the finest album ever made is Waterpistol, by Shack.