The howl of the ampstack, the thump of stick on skin, the clink of pint-glass. The simple pleasures and vices endure, even as time warps and future dystopias loom large.

Yet fresh horizons beckon even with the most trustworthy ingredients, and Thee Alcoholics are here to hammer the point home.

Feedback, from this London-based outfit is where riffage, rancour and revelation do battle, a bleary-eyed treatise from the edge of sanity with a life-affirming afterglow.

Feedback is where all the malice, indignation and inspiration of the decade so far coalesced into a brain-frying salvo of ornery catharsis.

Cranky and cantankerous yet lysergically aligned, Feedback is mesmeric rock with swagger, warped into sci-fi shapes by the spirit and sonics of bass and soundsystem culture.

The psychedelic shapes here are redolent of the ur-klang of The Fall and the monolithic lurch of The Heads, the motorik malevolence less an uplifting trip to the heavens than a drill down to the earth's core.

Discernible in these jackhammer beats, grimly murmured vocals and delirious dirges to certain heads may be the trash futurism of Chrome, the decomposed stomp of unsung legends Earl Brutus and the electro-punk attack of Six Finger Satellite, yet all of the above co-ordinates are waylaid effortlessly by a balls-out intensity and a fearsome intent on aural oblivion at all costs.

Feedback may be elemental and primal, yet this is no psych comfort-blanket nor retro-fetishism, rather a repetition-driven journey headlong into intimidating territory unknown.

Get on board, and strap yourselves in for a bumpy ride.