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Because if this 12 track, 52 minute-long slab of grizzled rawk girth exists for any reason, then it’s to shock and surprise. Consider opening salvo ‘Dimension’, a throb of gonzo metal not unlike Black Sabbath playing Motown, or the heads down, 200mph, White Stripes-indebted stutter punk of ‘Apple Tree’; these are songs seemingly designed to stir Lenin from his rigid slumber. They’re songs that tick the requisite boxes for all great rock’n’roll – raucous, righteous and totally, thrillingly dumb. They’re songs infused with bite and bile, quite ridiculous, very bombastic – and let’s make this point one more time – utterly, utterly thrilling. That they’ve chosen the shawl of operatic-prog-blues-metal is most shocking at all. Gee, Wolfmother’s debut wails. Shock’n’roll, alright!
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