In the psychic wastelands of the 21st century, one particular sonic force looms large. Transcendental like the malignant force that fuels the zombie movies of lore, Part Chimp have made it their business to shake speaker-stacks, fry brains and induce jouissance and tinnitus alike all across the UK. Yet now Drool - their fifth and perhaps finest transmission to date - is set to launch forth triumphantly to a world beyond the vinyl racks and battered amps where they've already achieved godhead status. Guitarist and vocalist Tim Cedar sums up the raison d'être of Chimp as "the stupid amounts of fun you can have with very loud amps, stupid tunings, weird pedals and weird people. That inspires us. I think our joy at playing our tunes comes through the panic and chaos" Echoes of their forebears - the ornery prehistoric lurch of Melvins and the droogy ur-clang of Sonic Youth among them - can be distantly discerned, Yet they're now drowned out by an individual assault as pulverizing as invigorating, nihilistic yet life-affirming. Smash together abandon and intent, and what you get is Drool - a fearsome testimony to a band with a skewed melodic skill to match their mighty potency. This band will demolish your house, but you'll cheerfully thank them for it afterwards. Drool is where unwise decisions blossom into serendipity. It's more joy through vacuum-tubed catharsis than you're entitled to. It's coming for the hearts and minds of heavy music dropouts everywhere whether they like it or not, so they'd be best advised to pay attention.