Luke Haines is the auteur behind this particular group's brand of artrock, and his deliciously misanthropic mind and admirable grasp of being able to marry it to a good tune is evident on "The Art Of Driving", a gloriously yet dangerously seductive river of molten passion and desire. Sure, cars and driving have been used before as metaphors for the beast with two backs ("You've got the hang of steering, now try stepping on the brakes", "I wish you'd learn to slow down, you might get there in the end"), but seldom - if ever - with this degree of dispassionate cynicism and pessimism. Which - paradoxically - is more attractive than the sparkliest of pop jewels. This is helped by the female drunk-on-six-bottles-of-wine-at-the-garden-party vocals, which slip seductively through your head just slowly enough to arouse, then speed off with not even a glance back in your direction. Yes, you feel used and cheated, but you just lie back and invite Black Box Recorder to do it to you all over again.

An absolutely genius cover of Althea & Donna's seminal "Uptown Top Ranking" resides snootily on the b-side, barely recognisible, but eminently notable for the way the vocalist (you can tell I can't remember her name, can't you...?) breathes "see me in my pants and ting" with the sneer on her lips tangibly audible. Perfect. The radio edit of previous single (missed by this esteemed organ) "The Facts Of Life" follows, a class-dripping lecture delivered by a public school teacher to a bass-heavy slippery backing. The video to this follows, and the balance of pathos, cynicism, frustration and blackness seep out of the screen like chloroform.

Rating: 10/10

B-side is the "Q's Detonator Alternative Radio Mix", which ramps up the bass a bit, making it seem that bit more raunchier (in a Eurotrash hello my leetle Breetish chooms kinda way, so that's ok). This claimed to have a bit of KLF's meisterwerk "Justified And Ancient" applied to it too, but I'm damned if I could hear it. Probably because I was too busy bouncing.

The video finishes off things, and uses the Western sample as an excuse to shamelessly dress the Kits up in sci-fi S&M cowboy gear. It would be rude not to watch.

Rating: 9/10

Is it because of your big lush pop ballads like "When I Say Goodbye", that soundtrack a million pre-pubescent breakups all over the land, with its sugar-coated strings and West End musical style grandeur? Is it because of your young furrowed brows whilst you sing such songs, almost making us believe you mean it?

Or is it because of your joyously exuberant POP songs like "Summer Of Love", that jet off to Ibiza on a charter flight filled with cheap fizzy wine and jelly babies? Is it because in the privacy of my own home I secretly try to learn the dance steps you kindly print on your record inserts, even if I do end up flat on my arse?

Is it due to the by now traditional "W.I.P." remix of one of your songs on every single, in this case "Summer Of Love", that innocently attempts to funk things up and always ends up sounding like a DJ at a toddlers birthday party? Or is it because of the extras on the CD, like the heartfelt black & white video to "When I Say Goodbye", where those young furrowed brows are even more in evidence?

Or maybe it's just Lisa.

Rating: 8/10

"Take A Look Around" is Limp Bizkit's mighty mofo take on the Mission Impossible theme tune. It starts off innocently enough, almost gently - then Durst starts to dumb-ass rap, still quite quietly, quite parent-friendly. Then the song explodes John Woo style in an ever growing crescendo of dirty guitar, shouting, pneumatic drumming and mayhem, which is impossible not to love. Then it goes limp again, which is a bit of a shame.

The Funniest Cover In The World Ever follows, being Bizkit's take on George Michael's finest three minutes, "Faith". Again, this starts almost straight (no pun intended, George), with only a subtle "I know that not everybody's got a body like me" lyric change to signify something may not be quite right. And then the chorus rushes up to your head like a rocket-propelled bowling ball and bites your face off whilst screaming "Get the fucker" until its lungs pop out its mouth. Fan-fkn-tastic, and the best thing ever, ever.

The video to "Break Stuff" follows, a typically angry Bizkit number that goes off like a hand grenade. Video's notable for cameos from Dr Dre and Eminem, proving that LB are more likely to be found in the rap camp than in the sports meta...damn....

This review will self destruct in 15 seconds.

Rating: 7/10