The second Southall Riot single is a triumph on both these counts and others besides. Admittedly, the absence of any discernible 'Headism is unlikely to make them either rich or eligible to Hollywood starlets, but no matter. Remember kids, locked grooves can set you free. Yep, the feisty mixed-gender, erm, duo's big rock noise just gets bigger and rockier and noisier. Skunk screams, as Anansie performs synchronised projectile conscience vomiting into our faces.
Truth is, it tastes rank.
You're a deep bunch out there in cyberworld, and no messin'. There are times when influences aren't so much worn on a band's collective sleeve as embedded in its skin like shrapnel. Transmissions From The Satellite Heart' . A glorious mess.