Four years after the surprisingly excellent Hosannas From the Basements of Hell, the band that midwifed (or invented) everything from post-punk to thrash to industrial to alt-metal makes their first album with their original lineup in 28 years. We get one-take (!) aggro environmentalism on “The World Hell,” in-your-face dance rock (“European Super State,” “Depthcharge”), and unruly anthems (“In Excelsis”). Singer Jaz Coleman still sounds like Lemmy’s bonkers nephew, and guitarist Geordie Walker still peels paint off of number 10 Downing Street at will. It’s not 1980 anymore, but the lethal jokes remain.
