Rage as we will about Brexit, you can't deny the efficacy of the ‘Norwegian model’ when it comes to creating a context for fiery minded, independently spirited jazz, rock and free bands. The splendidly hirsuite Magnus Ryan (‘Snah’ to his Nordic muckers) seems to have been around forever with Motorpsycho, hammering out his dark mayhem. Now he's joined at the metal hip by Møster's monster baritone and tenor. It's best summed up by the title track which is a splendiferously gothic meditation replete with take-no-prisoners drums and Storløkken's fat organ dramatics. In many ways it's old hat: in the UK Ray Russell dived into the free rock madness about the time Ryan was born, while Surman and Rypdal were exploring guitar/baritone sonorities with a Scandinavian backdrop soon after. And Peter Brötzmann is of course the spirit behind Møster's wailings. But all credit to this quartet, whatever the roots, they go for it with a demonic rush. Turn it up to 11 and the devil take the hindmost…