Can't call it their definitive best or a first-rate batch of Williamson rant, but as a followup to the last two it's certainly a solid stylistic solidifier. Still sticking so stiffly to such a scant-n-repetitive setup feels like refined defiance at this point; silly inescapable grooves you won't remember tomorrow teetering towards a sort of boundlessness. I.e. if you're down with the aesthetic and they keep sticking to it you could love em forever. And although yellin' and bass-lines and grit will always profile em Punk, I swear these machine-tight throbs and subtle touches got em more techno than ever.