THE sleeve-note booklet, with its cover picture of lemons, simply spells out Maximum Electronic Rock N Roll.

Not much information can be squeezed out of that, but then the normally loquacious Luke Haines is a man of few words on British Nuclear Bunkers.

His spooked electro album is set "sometime in the future", where the population of Great Britain has retreated into "our vast and secret network of abandoned nuclear bunkers" and lives the utopian dream, communicating wordlessly via a highly developed new subconsciousness in a place of no money and plentiful food.

Is this more like British Nuclear Bonkers from Haines, who in the past has built albums around Seventies' darts players and New York Seventies' musicians? No, he remains the maverick outsider, offering an alternative prophet's perspective, here both scary yet hopeful, as he looks forward, albeit recording solely with old analogue synthesisers, contrary as ever.

Maximum electronic rock n roll? Yes indeed, right down to the field recording of Haines attacking Camden's council bunker.