Album number bazillion in about two decades has brought us to this point. John Dwyer’s projects have been numerous and bastardised forms of the name Osses, Thee Osees, the Osees etc. In fact, it’s album number twenty-six and it’s a roller coaster rip-snorting ride of epic proportions. Imagine scummy, crusty hardcore, jazz (steady on folks), krautrock, experimental all thrown in the washing machine that is Dwyer’s mind.

‘funeral Solution’ begins with some cyber static before the charge begins. Razor blade guitars thrashing like the Dead Kennedys never hit a note and Dwyer ranting like he’s been locked away in Fritzels basement oh that’s where he recorded the drums as well by the sounds of it. Halfway through the repetitive hacking of the cyber feedback and rampant breakbeats rumble on.

‘Frock Block’ screams in, barely hanging on by a thread it hammers on a riff and a scream for 90 seconds. Perfect. If you haven’t worked out what’s happening here then look out your mind is about to be fucked. Twenty-two minutes of battery-licking shocks that you know you shouldn’t do but can’t help yourself.

‘Too Late For Suicide’ bucks the trend momentarily and goes for a slower fling around your head. It’s got elements of when the beastie boys went hardcore and must have recorded some demos. It’s hardcore baby but there’s more going on here – Dwyer is fucking with your head for sure there’s Beck and Pavement as well as bad brains and Crass.

The title track is like Charlie Harper fighting to break through in 82 with Discharge at the helm. Some great song titles which I’m sure the songs were built around like the full throttle of ‘Scum Show’ and ‘Fucking Kill Me’ is Keith Morris and OFF! or Circle Jerks fucked up uncle having a go.

‘Perm Act’ is like the Banshees jamming with Jello on an audition for the next batman comic book flick – head fucked and an attack or observation of bad cops. All very hardcore and on point (to use an ‘orrible term)

It’s fucked up and fun and I’ve no doubt the next album won’t be anything of the sort but this bad boy is ace.

There’s even time for a cover to sign off in the shape of the thumping ‘Sacrifice’ by British anarcho-punks Rudimentary Peni. Strange choice but then everything about this record is strange but boy is it good! Check it out it’ll fuck you up and you will enjoy it.

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Author: Dom Daley