My interest in Skyclad is dependent primarily on Martin Walkyier’s presence, particularly his vocal style, his gift for lyric writing and his clever wordplay. It may be hard to believe but the usually happy jig music comes second to that. This album is heavier than previous works, which to my ears is a good thing. The more serious tone reflects the more serious concept of urban decay in a post-Thatcherite Britain. It no longer conjures images of faeries dancing around fly agaric. It replaces those with flies buzzing around a cardboard shack. It’s gloomy but it’s a progression.