BUCK is a rough energy wrenched from a rude & granitic land. No lace, no math, no postures nor hype. They hit the bass,
they kick the drum. A bass, a drum,from time to time a saxophone, from time to time an organ but no guitar. Fuck The
Guitar Player. Nothing to envy to Morphine, Nick Cave, Tom Waits or MotörHead, they do the job.
After a first live album dumped like you throw oil on fire to stimulate debate, BUCK come back with their first studio
album, showing the extense of their competences. The tempo slows down to reach deeper, the voice polishes a bit. We
travel, we don’t stand still. There’s nothin obvious but everything is simple and true. And rough.