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Frankie N.W. Stubbs is England's answer to Bob Mould. OK, maybe Stubbs' well-worn Lemmy-meets-Louis Armstrong voice remains a little jarring, but there's more pure-power passion in his average performance than in the whole catalogs of hundreds of more popular punky acts. Dog Disco is Leatherface's third explosive record since reforming, after a five-year hiatus, in 1998. Built around Stubbs' gut-grabbing guitar riffs, David Lee's humming bass, and Andrew Laing's tommy-gun drumming, the music is fierce and roaring, and occasionally thunderous, but also precise and oddly clean-you can feel every flick of Stubbs heavy right hand as his voice soars cloudward. Far from declining, or regurgitating, Dog Disco is even better than 2000's great but less adventurous Horsebox, and might be the band's most intense LP since 1991's Mush. Leatherface are a gale force of pure human feeling, thought, and force. Just three incredible songs alone, sadly buried at track eight ("Red Diesel"), nine ("Bakelite") and the closing 12 ("Heart"), blow away everything in loud, hard rock 'n' roll at present. Few others could bellow "It means the world to me" over and over and make your hairs stand up, astonished by overwhelming sentiment. If only more music of this rare import and impact meant the world to average indie fans.