To put it simply, Liars have set out their mission in life to make music which doesn't sound like anything else around at the moment. A commendable strategy but one which can also lead to something unlistenable. Liars' first album divided the critics; its art-funk workouts and reluctance to adhere to recognisable song structures meant that it was as fascinating as it was frustrating. This time the New York threesome have opted for a concept album concerning witchcraft so as you can expect a difficult and uncompromising listening experience is on the cards. As soon as the second track is underway there are three minutes of atonal, repeated guitar thrusts. Of considerably more worth is the track which follows it; 'There's Always Room On The Broom' is a maverick, distorted delight. 'We Fenced Other Gardens With The Bones Of Our Own' features ghostly chanting, cries of "We're doomed!" and portentous percussion which call to mind gory Hammer Horror films; similarly 'Hold Hands And It Will Happen Anyway' is really rather frightening. In fact the percussion sound becomes a dominant force on this album in a manner which the similarly-warped minds of Silver Apples would approve. Once again Liars' indivduality brings it with it as many good points as it does bad points but - like a good horror film - it deserves a certain grudging respect.