-- who put out their first album in 1989 -- have recorded raw, primordial romps that seem inspired by American musicians like or the Southern of , while maintaining a decidedly English sound. They've recorded under a slew of monikers, and issued an amazing discography of full-lengths, EPs, 7"s, and what-have-you for virtually every cool indie label since they formed (including U.S.-based labels like , , and , among others). Whether he's covering songs with a beat, chug, or playing one of his angry young man/dysfunctional family rantings ( for example), has built up a solid and somewhat rabid fanbase by releasing songs that you wouldn't normally think would attract a huge audience to begin with. However, has the distinction of being the last album by this band, as their prolific leader moved on to a new band; they're called , which is apparently an ancient and now extinct breed of chicken which had feathered legs. It's also the name of the U.K. imprint this record was released on. This collection kicks right off with the album-titled track reveling in pure fashion: that warm, fuzzy vibrato guitar with 's fuzzy, electronically distorted voice (an effect repeated throughout the album); 's soft, flowing bassline; and 's primeval drums. The group keeps this sort of mid-tempo riffage going for the next couple of tracks. plays a mean harp on but things don't really take off until and the swaggering, The band's roots show up in songs like and while has a definite influence. All in all, an excellent album from this soon to be sadly missed band. ~ Bryan Thomas