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I’ll confess: I thought the opening ten-or-so second looped sample on this, That Fucking Tank ’s second studio full-length, was something I’d heard on a Beastie Boys album, or at least a hip-hop record of some kind. No. Turns out it’s Reef’s ‘Place Your Hands’ , at about two minutes and fifteen seconds in. The title, ‘It’s Your Letters’, should have been a give away – the TFI Friday segment of the same name opened with a burst of music by… Yup, Reef. The very same song, actually. Hang on… s

What really affected the material on our latest album, Night Electric Night , I think, was the endless touring for a couple of years. The jabbing frustration, utterly depraved nightclubbing, fights, sex with incredible statistics (all genders, pretty much), the raging search for kicks in general and the constant celebration of the dandy deeds of the Devil. I mean, of corpse, we make Hell look like f*cking sex-add. I have grown to understand that. We are Ms Rocktober in Satan’s favourite porno-