'You're A Mess' - the second album from Leeds' filthiest sons - is a staggering assault of invective fit to reignite your ire, and a sound that constitutes a real and present threat to life and limb. Contained within these eight feral exorcisms is a merciless assault of Stoogian/stygian riffage, gloriously purgatorial abjection and intimidating aggro that takes a garage-rock blueprint and grinds it's face in the dirt.If these grimy dirges and salvos of horror have a precedent, it's in the menacing audial lineage that connects Fun House through the AmRep label, Brainbombs and Drunk In Hell - the process where relentless negativity is alchemically transformed into profane primal salvation. Yet The Shits worship no heroes, obeying a thanatotic urge that sees no separation between death and glory.Listen to this album and you will believe once again in catharsis by way of heavy amplification. Psych-rock is dead, and The Shits are the executioners. Assume the position.1. In My Hotel Room2. Waiting3. You're A Mess4. The Venus (After Hours)5. Bludgeoned To Death6. Alone II7. Ugly, Worthless8. I Regret Nothing (Parts 1 & 2)