Same songs done twice, with different trios. Well, kind of: the annoyingly talented Wood swaps drums for bass in the second set. Born from nights doing covers at the 55 Bar, this is Krantz in excelsis: the sheer energy bottled here is so beguiling you can almost miss the rigorous musicality that underwrites this twang fest. If Howie 61 was full of wit and sly humour, sliding and shimmering between our expectations, Good Piranha Bad Piranha is straight ahead, between the eyes attack, mellowed by the counterpoint of Anders' dreamy vox, as if Manhattan Transfer had gatecrashed a Slayer set. ‘U Can't Touch This’ is the obvious double stand-out delivered with a deeply nasty attack; by contrast Thom Yorke's ‘Black Swan’ has a bounce and groove over Carlock, but with Wood it has a nihilistic rock, with Krantz breaking up into buzzes and grunts before building to a joyous release. Phil Robson probably had a cut of this CD in his back pocket throughout the recent Partisans tour, notably when Mark Mondesir was depping. As for Krantz, you can't touch him right now. PS – how much fun must it be being Lefebvre? Behind Krantz one day, Michael Wollny the next, and you get paid for that?