The album is mainly made up of covers, but these are no pedestrian cover versions, the band literally rip them apart making them very much their own down and dirty tracks. With throaty & manic sax wails & screams, hectic bass work-outs and abuse, good hard drum work-outs that sound messy and haphazard, but at the same time complete spot on, inspired  and showing a hell of a lot testosterone and raw talent. Really the same can be said for the whole album- It's  a chaotic, beautiful haphazard beating that complete side steps the kind of  knowing and arty sides of John Zorn’s more chaotic punk fired work and just weeps honest, blood sweat and tears.

A real smouldering 50 minute work-out that rarely lets up, and even in it’s slowed and slurred moments,chaos and disorder always trying to creep in. There’s great beauty and wonder with-in its push, pull and fight. Another great Gustafsson album and certainly one of the jazz albums of this year.