This here’s some heavy, heavy monstrous reptilian fusion, with bass master Laswell carrying the genes over from his Last Exit and Massacre days for a deliciously potent case of the down’n’dirty dubby Beefhearts. While the wondrously becalming ‘Daybreak’ and the spidery Gastr del Sol-like acoustics of ‘Grazin’ graciously depart from the metropolis- munching template of its paternity, there’s so much here providing a bombastic boon for those still sweating their undies over last year’s Iron Path reissue. Bandleader Mike Sopko’s style might not be quite as idiosyncratic as Sonny Sharrock’s (whose is?), but his diffuse delivery is inventive and absorbing throughout, while his gargantuan opening riff on ‘Praxis’ (the title’s a dead giveaway) could be Buckethead at his most fabulously goofy, presaging an alternate retro-future collapse to a swarm of belligerent digital locusts. There’s said to be another consignment of this stuff already in the tank. Yippee! Quick, someone fetch me a siphon pump.