A rough-edged, underproduced, underpracticed little album, the punk-oriented moments just running all over themselves, the reggae-oriented moments feeling all the looser for it. There's an icy efficiency to the sound, but the fact that they don't quite pull it off keeps it dangerous and exciting, a blazing fast sports car with a wobbly wheel and a papered-over window.
Even the reggae stuff mostly stays out of the way, providing a hitched cadence, without smoothing the beats into anonymity. The only real problem is Sting's voice, which really is rough, just a nasal little strain here. Maybe part of the charm, check this out if you like your rock simple, fast, and missing parts 3.5/5
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