Plot smoothes some edges and makes others more ragged, but the songs, shaped by the sharp guitars and martial drumming, are some of the strongest Falkous has ever written.
This is Future of the Left's finest hour so far, no doubt, but I am certain that the best is yet to come as this monster continues to evolve.
By their standards this is the quartet at their most exploratory and adventurous.
As tight as ever, the band’s ear for hooks provides a litany of widescreen choruses, allowing some glossy respite from half-screamed, half-spat verses.
Although it's not as memorable as it should be, it still burns with the band's unique misanthropy.
It's a shame that Falkous is playing to the cheap seats on The Plot Against Common Sense, since, to paraphrase one of their best songs, we need Falkous more than he needs us.
Imagine one car, five people: four of them diabolically grinning (one is wondering if the car radio's broken). A six year old keeps begging for 'that plastic bags song'. Need we say more? That might be not your average household, but it's mine, and we luuuuurrrrvvve this album!