The follow-up to Mike Kerr and Ben Thatcher’s hugely successful debut doesn’t deviate enormously from their established template. There might now be the odd vocal harmony popping up, but this is still essentially a finely poised struggle between melody and muscular riffing. While it starts thrillingly – the title track and Lights Out as good as anything they’ve ever done and reminiscent of Queens of the Stone Age at their most imperious – they fail to sustain their momentum, the middle of the album suffering from a surfeit of unremarkable filler. The lyrics don’t always stand up to much scrutiny either, “You saw me driving my car like a dog running wild” being one particularly baffling simile. Still, one suspects it might sound far better on stage.
