Boasting 'lewd' artwork of naked people touching their special areas ("Crumble!" - society in general) and smelling just of the moment, comes 'Future Rock & Roll'. Put together by unhinged club types Sonic Mook Experiment, it has trawled the dampest recesses of pop, collecting all that's loud, lairy, arty and just plain mental in the new, wild and now sounds of rockunroll.
Amongst this 25-track marathon - and alongside the by now obligatory Hives' 'Hate To Say I Told You So' - are fine slices of filthy fury with The Yeah Yeah Yeahs' angular-tastic 'Bang', The Buff Medways' frugsome 'Troubled Mind', the ever brilliant Electrelane's 'I Want To Be the President', some Mr Bloe menace courtesy of Whitey's frankly bloody ace 'Why You Have To Be Me' and the lost-plot blues genius of The Toes' 'Medicine', and to help you along there's family favourites Clinic and the peerless now-wash-your-hands-pop of Earl Brutus for cosy comfort.
Some selective pruning could've possibly saved us from Joan Of Ass's 'I'm The Daddy Now', which surpasses even Ping Pong Bitches on the horrendously painful and annoying shrieky-art-lady front, and there's the distinctly embarrassing whiff of 'someone approaching 50' on Some Product's 'Sid Vicious Is Dead' and Uberwensch's drum'n'bass remake of Johnny Kidd's 'Please Don't Touch'.
Sniping aside - and thanks to the dirty genius of McLusky's 'Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues' and for the existence of The Fat Truckers - 'Future Rock & Roll' is damn near essential. So turn it up, remove your clothes, gather around a bonfire of Nickelback, and dance yer ass off, you slaaags
by Ian Wade