Is there even any point reviewing an album by a band who may or may not have started as an experiment (depending on which blog you read); deliberately piss off anyone they can; once covered East 17; only bother to use two strings; send out merch with personal notes saying “thanks, dickhead”; and have even written the lyrics “first of all fuck every one of you pricks … we don’t give a fuck if you’re against or for us”? Almost certainly not, but then that’s half the fun of The Hell, probably the biggest middle finger to modern music ever conceived. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist, and the greatest trick The Hell ever pulled was convincing the world they don’t give a fuck. More streamlined than debut ‘You’re Listening to The Hell’ and slicker than follow-up ‘Groovehammer’, third album ‘Brutopia’ is a solid slice of British hardcore with quality riffs and actual tunes, albeit hidden behind Modern Toss wrapping paper. A puerile punk sledgehammer. Go and buy it, dickhead.