Some cuts sound more electronica-oriented, while others can clearly boast a reggae pedigree.
All of them are pretty intoxicating, easily pulling you into their world of loops and beats. I'm guessing that you can imagine what this record sounds like. It's one of those albums that chunters along with guitars ripping their way through your eardrums and drums shattering your skull and vocals that sound as if the vocalist believed himself to be a good deal farther away from the microphone than he actually was. Perhaps Cornwell is attempting genre diversification, but he comes off as a tame Robyn Hitchcock with tinges of classic Stones littering an overproduced musicscape. It may be digestible for the Cornwell fanatic, but a poor introduction for the potential new fan.