‘The voice is a spell, from a dying book, every day for 50 years, building fences, building walls, smothering flames, with the spit of historians, myths from the past, forms in the present’ (What Will Happen If We Stop?)

Olympia’s Fugitive Bubble return with their follow-up to last year’s Delusion.  Their agitated, high-octane punk feels even more fully realised on this their second album, as artfully chaotic as it is insidiously catchy.  The base elements of energetically layered dual vocalists, tautly jagged guitars, and swinging bass lines remain firmly in place, with the new drummer – Typhoid Mary of fellow Olympians Physique – injecting an inventively careering anarchic propulsion.

The album acerbically dissects the economic commodification of our lives, the criminalisation of poverty, and climatic catastrophe.  The convulsing opener, Parade Of Pissants, embodies this infectious blend of writhing musical contortion and vitriolic lyrical precision, setting a tone that rarely relents from the ferociously sinuous Failed Experiment to the bass fuelled Ego Drip, by way of the swaggering fervour of the title track.  There are also moments of meditative reflection amid the otherwise frenetic commotion, including the skeletal piano of Demodex In Situ (Parts I & II) and the shimmering instrumental closer Your Loyalty To The Flag Lies Beneath My Boot.