Fourth long player. First in four years. Good to have them back. Back in the saddle. Back in the groove. Back with a vengeance. Do not sleep on this one. Sure, it’ll be grand. Let’s spill the beans. The proof is in the pudding. In for a penny, in for a pound.
It hits like a ton of bricks. Built like a brick sh*thouse. At the end of the day, sure look it, it is what it is. The cat’s out of the bag. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Full steam ahead, pushing the envelope, pulling a rabbit out of the hat. Hats off to them.
Taking no prisoners. Not for the faint of heart. Not a walk in the park. A wall of sound that puts you on the edge of your seat. Ear-bleeding stuff. Balls to the wall. A tough nut to crack. In a fouler. On acid. No holds barred, pulling out all the stops. Separating the wheat from the chaff. The whole shebang. Lock, stock, and two smoking barrels.
Hook, line, and sinker. Throwing the kitchen sink at it. They’ve left it all on the studio floor. Hit the nail on the head. Right on the money. Best thing since sliced bread. Their best work to date. A cut above the rest. The icing on the cake, top drawer, first class, a total tour de force. A force of nature. The bee’s knees. Fair play.
No skips. Zero skips. Pure chaos. Unreal. Perfect ten. Five stars. All our Christmases have come at once. The dog’s bollix. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Pugnello is out now on vinyl & CD
