Jupitarsands. Four men of terrifying talent and tenacity, carving their reputation deep in to the boards of Britain s entertainment venues. After another six month spate of gigging everywhere from Tottington to Islington (leaning left to avoid Burnley ) - the sands make light work of heavy truths; coolly tearing pieces off their recurring dreams for public consumption. Woody Guthrie would be proud. And now this. Eleven months since their first, self-titled, recording - a fresh piece of meat for your entreating ear oles - fattened in the heat of May. A credit to the bands own brand of sweaty dedication and the delicate touch of Joe Gibb at Mighty Atom Studios, Swansea; this record releases a frothing wave of spontaneous energy and bloody-minded passion, stretching your speakers wide like the mighty roar of a live recording. The product of passion so intense as to be humbling, words just dont come close to describing yada yada yada - shit, man your'e just going to have to listen to it.