Qui - Love's Miracle

Strap on your fucking knee pads! - don't say you weren't warned kids, the jarring vocals of irrepressible nutter David Yow will have anybody within striking distance dropping to the floor, clutching at their lobes in desperation until you either come around to the insanity or kill the switch. Having disappeared from the public eye after the Jesus Lizard bowed out, some didn't find it too much of a stretch to simply assume Yow was dead, but with Love's Miracle he emerges larger than life, extending his alliance with LA duo Qui way beyond a few guest appearances to concoct a delirious, bleary eyed sleaze-fest. For fans of nasty arsed post-punk sloganeering in the vein of Big Black - see the squealing, sneering Gash - as much as inebriated swamp blues - Yow sounds wasted come Zappa cover Willie the Pimp - this is the ugly, no holds barred soundtrack to the drunken Friday night street-brawl.