Recorded in 1986, it shows the band at its most heavy and least experimental. For fans who’ve tired of the band’s increasingly experimental and spotty output.
It’s muscular, it’s pissed off at Middle America, it’s melodic like old school 7 Seconds and Agent Orange, it’s full-bodied, it’s fucking pure hardcore.
Gone are the aggressive singing, the abrasive beats, the youthful rancor of old. They’ve been replaced by a mellower, subtler, wiser breed of Front 242.
Pure annoyance. The tracks don’t even share smooth continuity to make it sound as if they were attempting to build some kind of arc toward a larger conclusion.