In Dust Junkys, he shares prominence with Sam Brox (son of Sixties bluesman Victor), who has a nice line in Hendrix-style guitar squalls. Together, they ooze a sort of languid funk-metal not unlike the Fun Lovin' Criminals trapped on a no-go housing estate, with a dark undertow of urban decay rather lacking the glamorous sheen of gangsta rap.
But there's too little variation to the Junkys' style, which quickly becomes turgid and sludgy, just when it should be flying light. Effectively, it's all downhill from the opening track, the antagonistic manifesto "Nothin' Personal", which is itself based on the riff from Fleetwood Mac's "Oh Well".
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