Flailing between hip hop and rock without nailing either, Phat Outta Hell aims for Rage Against The Machine but sounds more like whining to mum and dad. You'll be left laughing at frontman Flash Dangerfield's juvenile attempts to offend (“I'm the one to call when your puss-hole's dry”). These flat, amateurish tracks leave them looking like tools with few musically redeeming features. Yes, it's all very 'badass' and 'boundary-pushing' – we get it. But once you peel back the veneer of that gimmick, you're left with the equivalent of an air-horn blasting in your face.
