By all accounts Paul 'Kermit' Leveridge is lucky to still be in the land of the living, given the drug-fuelled excesses that destroyed his old group Black Grape. After two years of detox, however, and freed from the influence of hell-raiser Shaun Ryder, he's put a new band together and made a creditable comeback with this storming album of noisy, freewheeling funk. His vocals range from soulful crooning to expletive-filled barking, all against a background of meaty rhythms, clipped guitar riffs and rollicking house music. While it doesn't quite reach the heights of Black Grape's best work, it's got the same spirit of laddish hedonism and is guaranteed to get any respectable student party going.
