It feels like Nothing could stray into clichéd rock ‘n’ roll histrionics at any moment, but a palpable, sneering, restraint keeps the huge drum flourishes and menacing sludge-blues in levelled order. The “la-la-la” works even if it is taken at face value, but you get the sense that it’s sardonic venom oozing down the microphone lead.
Drenge : Nothing
