Unbeknownst to you, you’ve upset the band. So they retaliate with an unwarranted, immediate kick to your face! Then, the second track gut-punches you. You curl into the fetal position as the band mocks your state of unconsciousness. You’ve now succumb to some sort of spiritual jazz-rock island celebration, where you were most likely drugged, only to be left ashore to sober up. You awaken to a relaxing jam session as the band beckons you to get your hungover ass to the bar. As you reluctantly consume the refreshing beverage provided to you, you feel it…once again drugged and mocked, the band expresses their praise for a Cadillac.
What the hell happened here? Enormous potential that's been wasted on pointless "songs". It starts so promising with "Technology" where Minton sings his ass off in a complete fucked up Farlowe-esque manner. Absolutely lovely and ferocious. B-side littered with what sounds like seemingly drunken compositions and performances that are supposed to be "fun". Would have been bordering on a 4/5 if they had skipped the pub during the sessions. Instead it's a uncertain "2".