Whitehouse now comprise just William Bennett and Philip Best, but the title track of what may be their finest record is a harrowing 15-minute cut-up of voices talking emotionally about child abuse, rape and murder with discreet accompaniment, assembled in Chicago by outgoing third member Peter Sotos and guest producer Steve Albini. The remaining five tracks are written and produced by Bennett, who rants splenetically and brilliantly over jacked-up 500bpm Suicide/Throbbing Gristle beats against fabricated childhoods (“Why You Never Became A Dancer”) or intones sinister litanies of self-loathing over screaming feedback drones (“Philosophy”). Brutal but deeply moral music.