WHOI! [Please insert block capitals profanity and obscene amount of exclamation marks here] This track is extreme. It’s double gunfingers in your mates head; face-screwing to the point distortion; knee-collapsing, patella-shatteringly extreme. It sounds like Tyke is going to war with your eardrums, with hoards of jets dropping an onslaught of subs. It’s jump-up at its angriest, its dirtiest and its finest, of course complete with cheeky, cheesy spoken sample.