Known primarily as precursors to the grunge explosion of the early 90s as much as they are for their primordial riffs and knowingly puerile sense of humour, Seattle�s Mudhoney returns with their first set of new material since 2002�s �Since We�ve Become Translucent' and boy, are they pissed off. Musically, the album picks up and builds where its psychedelic predecessor left off as horns and saxophones honk and squawk in perfect tandem with guitarist Steve Turner�s treacle thick riffs on monolithic cuts �I Saw The Light� and the super-charged ramalama of �Blindspots� but it�s with frontman Mark Arm�s ire-infused lyrics that Mudhoney has taken a bold step forward.

Like Black Sabbath delivering the damning �War Pigs�, Mudhoney are anything but a band of earnest, hand wringing bleeding hearts but a group angry at the price that has to be paid by those who can least afford it thanks to the actions of those who can. Relying on darkly humourous satire without descending into piety or empty hectoring, this is an album that rocks as hard as it seethes.