I could compare this to any number of female-fronted rock groups throughout history but that would not only be lazy, it would also be inaccurate, as apart from the odd glimpse of a PJ Harvey wail this is utterly unique, without doing anything particularly new. Vocalist / bassist Shingai Shoniwa has a manic fevered intensity to her squawks that make the moments when she goes soulful all the more stunning (she even sounds like Adam Ant on one track - honest!) and her hairy, male backing duo are tight and fluid throughout. It would be churlish to pick out individual tracks - although the singles do shine brightest - as the record as a whole rattles along with little pause for breath, urging you to repeat it from the start all over again. I don't know how the ladies of the world keep on producing music which has significantly bigger testes than the supposed macho male ones without getting the deserved sales or plaudits, but I can only hope it continues cos this stuff is great. And what a title as well, took me right back to the primary school playground in 1981. And believe me that's not a bad place to be either.