Not since those heady nights when the Jesus Lizard were getting arrested for public indecency has a well formed rock unit made me want to repeatedly bang my head against the wall for the love of having a headache. By 'well formed rock unit' we mean, of course, guitar that does not sound pretty, bass that leaves a chest pain, drums that Pound! Pound! Pound! and vocals that wobble on the precipice of detached humour and righteous anger.