Tony's lead work is relentless and stunning in its complexity, the way he runs beautiful licks straight out of chords is a lesson to any aspiring guitarist to be and a sheer joy to behold.
TonyHill has lost none of his touch in the three decades since the Sea Shanties album of yore - it's a complex Bluesy fuzzwah sort of sound, abily backed up by Dean Holt's fluent bass playing and Sid Farrell's powerful drumming.
Hill is a weathered stick of a man, grey haired now, clad in the simple fl jeans and t-shirt of a working guitarist.
Hill's hypnotic vocals and a startling fusillade of fretboard firepower rocket the garage punk of "But There Again" to heights of Television transcendence.
Hill shifts gears with the title track, where strings, Saloman's tasteful synths and loping, oddly metered guitar lines converge in what can only be described as second-album Tindersticks gone pleasantly prog.
Hill, Kelly and Saloman sprawl and spool with zesty abandon, the florid fruit of their combined excesses entwining while Shaw and Ward indulge in a bit of freely flowing funk.
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