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Now a quintet, the Yorkshire subversives once renowned for dousing the Deputy PM have recast themselves as inheritors of the activist folk tradition of Leon Rosselson.
It’s a guise that fits them: they’ve clearly worked hard on their harmonies to carry off a cappella pieces like “Sing About Love”.
And their aim is as true as ever, too, with acid critiques of industrial alienation (“I Wish That They’d Sack Me”), and tributes to Bertolt Brecht (“(Words Flew) Right Around The World”) and a Mexican revolutionary (“El Fusilado”), and best of all, a disconcertingly jaunty evocation of internet forums as fertile ground for sinister stalkers (“Add Me”).
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