In the early 2000s, you'd hear the term 'Eurotrash' a lot. I kinda liked that term, kind of like a badge of honor because most of the people using it had bad taste. It was similar to being called a Texan. Which, depending on your social circles was either an extreme insult, or badge of honor. [Though, Texans are the only people that would consider this a badge of honor]. Anyhow, after listening to this album, I'd like to introduce another term. 'Brit shit'. I don't use this term like, 'Yeah! That's the shit!,' but more of a 'Oh man, you stepped in shit ... and it's got bad teeth.' The music coming out of Cornershop is what happens when you create by committee. This music has no backbone, it's absolutely flaccid and that tambourine isn't helping. There's no coherence here. There are seven members in this band and the music presents like everyone is leading it. The abundance of samples and inclusion of unique noises gives me anxiety. Candyman, for example has some guy rapping against a sampled ukele, some gospel chorus and a muffled man talking gibberish in the background with some errant clapping. This cluttered instrumentation is all over this album. To come full circle I would categorize this album as Brit shit, and for reference here's what that means: Texans Cornershop Eurotrash