Zany post-punks rise from the dead with their first album in 35 years, and though elderliness is affirmed through dated monster metaphors and self-destructing messages, they still churn out jerky-catchy dance rhythms, zonk bizarro-keyboards, vocally blend shrill whateverisms and political preachings, and play around with oddball+overblown production with peculiarly fresh-faced enthusiasm.
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