it has been 10 years since this was released.
at the time of its release, i never ever expected to enjoy an industrial album again as i was a grey hair who was changing nappies and growing the fuck up.
so youth infused political anger was no longer a valid way to spend my very limited listening time.
however, this album of quick fire puns, sonic excess, 3 chord noise, and the all important george W bush hatred, seriously hit the spot.
drink a bottle of red, and then put this on.
it’s a fucking gloriously enjoyable album.