Produced by John Leckie, recorded at Abbey Road. Whatever next?
A punning album title suggesting that the group stands for a way of life? Oh. Right. The UK's most decorated shouty folk-mayhem ensemble returns with a third album as clever, tremulous, huff-puffy and post-ancient as a Pogues fan could wish for.
They do Jacques Brel ("Amsterdam") and lots of Trad Anon, humping and bumping hither and yon without the restraint that characterises rock'n'roll and other traditional forms. Impressive but exhausting.