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I'm a sucker for anything that harks back to the pre-grunge hardcore scene, which always was the musical alternative to baggin an ASBO. And let's face it, the (sub)urban blandness of the Midlands has always been an ideal place for disaffection and malcontentment to fester.
So for much of this album, Derby-based Twinkie's guitars chop and run in angular, unstructured fashion under suitably shouty girl/boy vocals. Which would all be lovely in itself, but there's the added bonus of a well-buried sense of humour in, for instance, the repeated invitation of "Why not turn to crime?" in the lumbering sludgecore of, erm , 'Crime'.
And the end of the album reveals that this Twinkie has an unexpectedly sweet filling. They're not averse to a bit of relatively straightforward punk-poppery - most interestingly on 'Guess the Weight of My Wife the Horse' and most radio friendlyly (ahem) on 'tk-1'.