The first thing one notices about this album is how great the actual recording sounds. I know everyone loves fuzz and tape hiss, but the art of making shit sound cool is not dead! And then the band loses its shit. It’s as if they ate Los Campesinos! and shat them into a spazz stew. Throw in some handclaps and some Mclusky bravado and you have an album certainly won’t cure your hangover with its group screaming and start stop drumming, but it’ll certainly put a charge in your day and list your rockin’ spirits.
