HAVE you ever sat in a launderette? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to clamber into one of those drying drums? Well, this record does that for you.
My is this loud, discordant and an all-out aural assault by the Welsh band. The percussion explodes and detonates with industrial regularity. The tunes crash and career like funfair dodgems and the vocals of Matthew Davies-Kreye lurch from bellicose shouting to Janov scream therapy.
Funeral For A Friend may hail from the Land Of Our Fathers, but this is no choir, unless it is one straight from Hell. I like loud music – offerings by the Sex Pistols, Joy Division, The Jam, White Stripes, The Who, Grinderman and Stravinsky’s Rites Of Passage are among my faves – but Chapter And Verse is, as J Rotten confessed, “all too much”.
It’s a pity because some of the band’s astute lyrics on matters of import are deluged in the destructive din.
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