Once again, these cantankerous Canucks have managed to put together a record of such mammoth heft that you’d swear it was raining Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox’s body parts outside and, once again, it’s nothing short of awesome. And, like their previous recordings, this one seems to have that same almost otherworldly effortless quality to it. Add to that the fact that they’re whip-smart and that they drop references to things like chaos magick and Gilles de Rais in interviews and claim a kinship with the Vienna Actionists and the Situationist International. Cool stuff. But even if your MTV-trained attention span won’t allow you to appreciate all the esoterica, you can always just tune in to the simple somatic joy of turning the volume up and letting FU blow the blubber off your body. I’m only going to say this once: this band had better not break up; there is some wicked, fecund chemistry at work here.