What does one truly expect from a new album? Even the band's supporters will admit that the group essentially set out its stall the very first time around, and has done little more than refine and (in the best sense of the word) recycle itself ever since. Their skill lies in the ease with which they make every new album sound as fresh as their first, with lyrics that spin from sniping to rage, and a wall of righteous noise that continues to remind you of why the world still needs bands like the -- because, without them, a title like would still be the province of the ' of this world, and the real message behind the medium would be swamped beneath strings and cocktail dresses. The sound of the is the sound of disaffection at the lowest end of the cultural scale, a reminder that, for all the joys and benefits of the 21st century, great swathes of society are scarcely better off than they were a-hundred-years ago -- and paint that condemnation in mile-high letters, and the other great thing about the is, they don't even pretend to offer solutions. Unless, of course, you want to take to heart: "we've f*cked up all the countries with our worthless little wars/we've f*cked up all the people, made them dirty little whores/we've f*cked up all religions cos it's out there in the stars/we've f*cked up all this planet so let's go and f*ck up Mars." ~ Dave Thompson