Opening with an insistent bassline and helicopter-blade high hat 1/16ths ‘Dear Constable’ is taken from the forthcoming album ‘No Fighting In The War Room’.
This drum rolling, bile spitting skank out cocks a snook at the liars and the shitheads in 20-30-odd grand a year government positions that treat you like dirt and abuse what little power they have in making your life a misery – something like that anyway. As the heart beats faster, the spiky, razor edged song spills violence and seething anger as the dub-style reverb guitars intensify and then echo to a shuddering climax, calling Adam Taylor’s disjointed Mick Jonesesque murmuring to a halt. It’s venomous, psychotic, but controlled. I like it.
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It’s backed with ‘Red Right Hand’, a slower track that follows the same themes, attacking those who are raking it in off the underclass. The dub-bassline again emphasises the reggae style sound-system skank that marks out their distinctive indie sound, further grounding their music as an effective platform for their polemical assertions. Pretty powerful stuff all round.
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