Scuzz soaked riffage, driving guitars, crashing drums, soaring grooves, a little bit of math rock thrown in for good measure and lyrics about eating steak and wine. It’s the return of everyone’s favourite Nottingham neo-stoner rockers Lords.

Album opener ‘Good Dog Bad Dog’ sets the tone for what is about to come, leaping straight into heavy garage rock riffing that subsequently break down into sprawling acoustics before uping the anti with even more distortion, flailing drums, wailing vocals and free-jazz horns before bringing in some brooding, chugging strings for good measure. Phew....And that's just the first 4 minutes.

‘The Things We Do For Money’ explores the bands more ZZ Top/ Thin Lizzy side (they have been known to cover both in previous shows), all harmonized guitars and churning riffs before the vocals come in and everything ends in a heavy groove marked 'fury'. These guys probably had fire coming out of the ends of their guitars at this point. If they didn't then they should have done. I DEMAND IT. More repeated riffage follows with ‘Horse/ Donkey/ Mule’ and ‘Creatures’ before ‘The Boat Don’t Float’ takes things down a peg with it’s more jazzy take on proceedings and gang vocals that come on like an out-take from Josh Homme’s Desert Session's with PJ Harvey from a few years back. The ass shaking blues boogie makes a comeback straightaway however on the head-down, balls out RAWK of 'Paw Paw King', probably the badass album highlight.

While ‘Everyone Is People’ is a lot of fun it sometimes seems to lack a killer punch and, with the exception of 'Paw Paw King' never really gets as heavy as it seems the band might like to. The vocals at times lack a little power, and for all their keening they don’t quite feel as angry or as indignant as they could be. That's not to say they don't give it a damn good go, however. At their peak, Lords call to mind the manic intensity of the much lamented (in my house at least) Giddy Motors or Sluts Of Trust, as evidenced by the rollicking ‘The Rememberer’.

All this said it feels somehow comforting to know that somewhere out there, Lords are rocking the living daylights out of a sweaty room somewhere. It’s just a shame their live intensity doesn’t totally come across on record.

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