With a set of puns that would have even The Sun blushing, Diskaholics Anonymous' new album 'Weapons Of Ass Destruction' (quiet at the back!) sees the leftfield super-group of Thurston Moore, Jim O'Rouke and Mats Gustafsson reforming for some avant/jazz/improv/punk/noise/kitchen-sink buisness. Ear-plugs, as ever, are optional... Comprised of two XXXtended tracks, the handily titled 'Weapons Of Ass Destruction Part 1 & 2' revel in their free-wheeling jazz roots; with Sweden's Gustafsson belligerently leading the charge like Albert Ayler on a Punk Rock sugar-rush. As Thurston's guitars slam you against the wall (think Sonic Youth circa 'Confusion Is Sex/Bad Moon Rising') and O'Rourke's laptop slices through the bellicose aural fog, it all gets rather emotional - engendering images of epic skylines and scarred skies. Certainly not for the faint-hearted, 'Weapons Of Ass Destruction' (it somehow gets unfunnier the more you hear it...) is the kind of fiercly experimental music that is always admirable, but not always an easy listen. But if you wanted that, you'd be buying James Blunt.