What an album. There really is nowhere to hide from Toronto’s Holy Fuck. That name for instance! There couldn’t be a stronger statement of intent; but crucially they live up to it in a barnstorming record of electric mayhem. Somehow it fits into the boundary between guitar music and house, meaning that while they might nod in the direction of French house they also know how to rock out heavily. The pace and volume doesn’t let up, and nor does the adrenalin; this record will take you by the scruff of the neck and not put you down until it finishes. By which point, of course, you’ll want to put it on all over again!
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Ben Hogwood