Instinctively, the band jumped back from the crazy, spacey jams of the previous album and went back to rough-and-tumble blues-adoring basics. The end result is a workmanlike affair that is no worse than anything that came before it. Plus, there is a newfound, scarier edge to the material, whether they are engaging in fierce cop-bashing exercises ("Sic'em Pigs", a re-working of Bukka White's "Sic'em Dogs"), steamrolling through Fats Domino covers ("Big Fat"), or walking the anti-social path that the Blind Owl walked ("Get Off My Back"). And from what strange void did the inexplicable instrumental "Huautla" come from? This one grows on you the more you hear it.