Skunk
Anansie aren't pulling any punches on their comeback album.
Straight
out the gate it's whiplash time as they push the peddle down and aim
for the sun.
Fans will
not be disappointed, and those who are unfamiliar with them will be
happily surprised at what is on offer.
There's
not many bands who can effortlessly slide from bone crunching aural
assaults to caressing your ears without interrupting the flow, but
Skunk Anansie have been doing that consistently since their debut.
Some may
wonder about a lack of progression as Black Traffic follows on
exactly where they left off from, but I always thought that as a band
they were creating music that stood outside the sound of an era, so
it would be easy to argue that they sound just as relevant now as
they did in the past, and no doubt will in the future.
Basically
they don't have to fuck with the sound as it's a well oiled machine
that is working at optimum capacity.
There's
nothing more that they could add or subtract from the material to
make it any better.
This is
as good as it gets.
The band
are very obviously not taking any prisoners, and if their live sets
are as good as I remember them then audiences everywhere better get
into training because a second and third wind will be needed to keep
up with them.
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