London Zoo is a pulverizing work from the jump, an aptly named number called “Angry.”

The album is littered with one word titles with the same impact and focus. “Skene” (weapon). “Insane.” “Fuckaz” (fuckers). “Warning.” “Judgement.” Palpable dread alternates with righteous fury in passages that are physically impossible to ignore.

You may not know that my involvement in this brand new publication stretches back months, encompassing many clandestine meetings cleverly disguised to look like I was casually sharing a few (several) beers/coffees with friends at popular Norfolk watering holes. Anyway, I have several music reviews that I composed over the previous autumn and saved just [...]