Five slices of misery from the Sleaford Mods front man, the stories situate themselves in a milieu that would be familiar to any fan but linger and fill out more. Definitely seedy, absolutely debased, but entirely normal. These slices of life lend themselves to lives resolved to their end, drugs, porn, stripping, in some ways a less self-aware Irving Welsh but within a tradition not to far from Celine. There really isn't a ray of hope in here.
Five rollicking dispatches from the innermost circles of suburban Hell, where Lust is endless Pornhub sessions viewed on a cracked smartphone screen and Limbo is cocaine hangovers that pepper a career in middle management.
“Life is in this world a series of horrible scenes where horseflies and house spiders are giants, they can talk, and they leave you motionless in a winter as they suck on your skin through the rearview window. It’s a wanker’s hell, a nothing, with everything wrong in it.”