Second album from the John Peel-favoured Scouse six-piece who recall the earliest days of the Stereophonics and Mansun, when those bands still made urgent, edgy rock and spun literate tales of local dramas. Frontman Simon Bradshaw sneers through songs about panic attacks, small talk and members of the congregation becoming porn stars, while his band build a pleasingly cacophonous noise, fuelled by hard-riffing guitars and hard-squalling horns. It’s strident, stirring stuff.
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