Still shouty in places, which is nice. Suffers from that damn Mould/Hart 'we know best' production and that bloody shite snare.
Quite lovely poppy punkishness, with some real variation in the songs, whereas some of their stuff could dispense with the gaps between the tracks and just call it mush (see 'Warehouse'). We even get some acoustic and piano work. Think they must have had serious girlfriends by now.