If you like guitars, there were certain albums it was compulsory to own - e.g. 'Loveless' by MBV, 'Marquee Moon' by Television, 'Battle for Los Angeles' by Rage Against the Machine etc. And there were certain songs that you had to blather on about endlessly and try to learn e.g. 'Freebird', 'Sweet Child of Mine' and 'Hairway to Stephen' etc. Well, here's the thing - all those albums are now redundant, surpassed, superfluous. On this album, Bo Ningen urinate freely, copiously and from a great height over all previous efforts by so called 'guitar' bands. This is a mind-blowing, arse-quaking, multi-dimensional ejaculate of an album. Yes, the vocals are daft, cartoonish and irritating beyond belief but thankfully they never linger for long. This album is all about the guitars.
It may be difficult to imagine what sort of people could produce such a tidal wave of fretboard brilliance. But when you see a picture of the band, it suddenly makes sense. They certainly haven't had to waste any practice time on beauty pageants that's for certain. They look like they've either just escaped from a mental institution or have spent the last 10 years living in a cave eating bark and nettles. But that's the way it should be. Proper guitarists should have hair down to their navels, smell vaguely of compost and only say one word every couple of weeks or so. Its the natural order of things.
These boys are definitely the final word in guitars. In fact, from now on, guitars should be called bo-ningens.