Third album from the best band in the world (according to us), "THE NIETZSCHEAN SUPERMEN OF DUSTBIN ROCK" (according to them)...another masterpiece of disaffected, unsanitary murder-punk for internet-era layabouts, providing ballast against - as well as comment on - our general cultural malaise but ultimately confirming that we’re all fucking worms and we get what we deserve. Three LPs in two years, but lest they be accused of jogging on the spot, this set - their best yet, though we always say that - finds the “mysterious” Oz-Deutsch outfit breaking "new" ground, by channelling grooving, groin-led early '70s rock’n’roll…Too Sick For Total Punk indeed. ‘Motherfuckers In The City’ sounds like Sticky Fingers meets The Door & The Window, strung-out Keef-Bill riffage strapped to a Tomy-tronic drum machine from Woolworths wheezing its last. Elsewhere they casually toss off Killed By Death-grade anthems like the pigeon-German 'Explosionsgefahr' and ‘Today Is The Last Day Before Tomorrow’, swerve into bizarro DIY (‘Like Two Sheds In One Garden’), and perfectly capture the bathos and absurdity of the new Cold War ('Hacked By The Russians) before ‘Tighter Than A Seagull’ sees them break on thru to a new plain of drugsick downer pysch that comes over like the deformed offspring of Jurgen Gleue and BJM’s Their Satanic Majesties' Second Request. As if all that wasn't enough, they easily outdo their legendary take on Rod Stewart's 'D'Ya Think I'm Sexy' with a droogish cover of Cameo’s 'Word Up’, placing them in the esteemed company of Korn, Gun and Little Mix - i.e. exactly where they belong. Speaking of covers, we won’t spoil the surprise of what lurks behind ‘You Are The Antichrist’ - suffice to say it makes crystal clear the louche, smacky, chateau-dwelling inspiration behind this STONE cold genius LP. Gold vinyl with insert.