Power Out For The Kingdom goes all dark and foreboding with the atmospherics building alongside a hypnotic beat and the guttural vocals that chill and thrill in the squall of guitar effects which spread this track into five minutes of mental hardcore glory. The songвЂ™s a nod to the often-overwhelming conditions of our present: a stadium-like crowd of opinions trying to shout on top of one another.вЂќ ThereвЂ™s no getting out of here now. Newton says of the track: вЂњIn parallel to the recurring motif of twenty-four hour work that runs throughout the albumвЂ™s track listing, stadiums appear as hopelessly redundant monuments when theyвЂ™re empty вЂ“ only activated by the bodies that inhabit them.

Stadium Of No continues the riot of clever hardcore that bludgeons the senses into submission with a mental shredding of sheer noise that thrills and ends abruptly with a bang.

вЂњShe sold the seashells on the seafrontвЂќ I bet she did judging by this sandstorm of headfuckery! A ten second slow intro that whacks straight into seering guitars well above the speed limit with a mental piece of drumming and riffery. Jargoncutter is the dogs and cats bollocks rolled into one gene pool. Newton sounds angry angry angry as his vocals batter you and itвЂ™s a dark moment that slowly fades away into the corners of hell. Austere Isle sort of slows the pace down if you can call it that. HanekeвЂ™d is a hardcore thriller with distorted double vocals from both Johns that pummel your brain with some stunning crashing guitars that never let up and the finale just rips your ears with feedback. A Song For Those Who Speed Up In Built Up Areas sounds tribal and heavy, a squall of rich noise and tight as fuck drums building the momentum with those rough vocals. The riff changes are fuckinвЂ™ grand throughout. Cranked up to the max with a pacy drum beat and a mental riff backed by the throat ripping vocals of John Newton. Then BANG! Sibensko Powerhouse slams in like a hardcore hammer. Layered feedback backed by a single crashing drumbeat that goes into doom metal territory. Opening track Return To Capital lulls you in with a seriously mellow guitar intro that builds into an dark web of sonic noise. You just knew there was something special about these soon to be hardcore titans that are going for the jugular.

IвЂ™ve never been blown away so much by these two normal JohnвЂ™s as that memorable night two years ago. Listen to the first two albums and tell me thereвЂ™s any similarity and IвЂ™ll tell you toвЂ¦ DonвЂ™t get me wrong, I love Idles but if you ask me which gig was better between Idles at The Ritz, Manchester or JOHN at The Castle Hotel, Manchester you will know my choice. They sound fuck all like Idles for a start. After being hammered on 6 Music over the last few months itвЂ™s quite easy for other big music sites to mention the name Idles when trying to describe the sound of JOHN.

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