This is gut-churning, sultry and sleazy music. This is the sound of the city sewers come alive at night, with rasping guitars and drums that just dare you to bring them under control. These are songs which speak directly to you about your life in simple clipped words and riffage which they know you will understand but which never fall foul of the trap of speaking down to you. There is definitely no originality on display here but what there is instead is a well of pure, pulsating energy which sucks you in, bleeds you dry, deafens you and leaves you feeling completely and utterly spent. And it is wonderful. It is to be hoped they can sustain this kind of magic over the duration of an album.
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