
No matter that the latter’s acoustic guitars are replaced by others engaged in more predictable activity, nor that the late Stuart Adamson’s replacement, Bruce Watson, reminds us that they both relocated to Big Country. Richard Jobson’s in gruff, sometimes almost gothic voice – especially on the gobby This Is Our World – while the band hammer out chugging riffs fuelled by nostalgia, never more so than on the apocalyptic terrace anthem offered by the title track. The Skids are (re)united.
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