I had some real, complex, Supermassive even, ideas for this review. I wanted to reach uncharted territories with regards to sarcasm and unbridled resentment. I was going to write one _helluva_ concept review - think an abducted Thom Yorke penning an awful review with only his song titles – but frankly, Mr Skinner and Mr Doherty, you’ve mercilessly sucked the will from each of my eight fingers and two thumbs – touch-typing, bitches – and all I’m left with is this one parting, breathless, retort:

Really, you’ve made an altogether unique piece of shit here, haven’t you?

What, there’s a _‘Clean Album Version’_ on the b-side? _And you want my reaction to it?_ Bring me a knife, a couple of doll models and meet me on YouTube in twenty minutes...