After the band's enthusiastic if somewhat stumbling transformation into a sort-of English
Beastie Boys
on
Box Frenzy
,
Pop Will Eat Itself
transformed itself into a much superior beast on the brilliant, underrated
This Is the Day...This Is the Hour...This Is This!
The secret ingredient was
Flood
, who brought his considerable production skills to the fore and helped shape an album that was its own sprawling but self-contained universe. While calling the bandmembers skilled MCs in a conventional sense would be pretty silly, their own particular mesh and mix of U.S. and, importantly, U.K. pop culture in with the
metal
riffs,
disco
backing, monster drum stomps, and more are their own reward. The band's sound has never been thicker and more detailed, and while the sampling and arranging are always clearly a product of their late-'80s times, like
the Beasties
did that year with
Paul's Boutique
PWEI
comes up with its own sharp synthesis. The brilliant, shuddering singles alone are worth the price of entry --
"Def. Con. One,"
a ridiculously goony but very catchy portrayal of Armageddon
Judge Dredd
style, the propulsive
"Can U Dig It?"
and its cataloging of everything the band loves from
DJ Spinderella
to
Dirty Harry
, and particularly the wonderful
"Wise Up! Sucker,"
as perfect a frustrated love/hate song of the era as anything else, with a sharp, mocking backing vocal from
the Wonder Stuff
's
Miles Hunt
. Then there's the wickedly bizarre
"Not Now James, We're Busy...,"
a sort of anti-tribute to
the Godfather of Soul
and his legal troubles of the time. But beyond those deserved highlights, there are all sorts of intriguing surprises throughout the album, including a fair dollop of moody
goth
/
post-punk
touches that inadvertently predicts where
Massive Attack
partially ended up. The murky beginning and breaks of
"Inject Me"
and the collapsing inward drones and feedback of
"Wake Up! Time to Die..."
certainly give the lie to the idea that
was only ever a one-dimensional cartoon. ~ Ned Raggett