"Enter a simple acoustic guitar intro in the Touré family tradition, a vocal wail, some deep and doomy brass, a twank of ngoni, a smear of Hammondesque organ and - crikey - it's Dylan's Masters Of War like you never heard it, but possibly always should have. The album would be worth it for that one alone, but off they go on further sonic explorations ... Don't you just love albums that shouldn't work but empathically do, where improbable mixtures sit so invigoratingly together that you can't imagine they didn't previously exist?".