If you’re a human person, chances are ‘Zoo’ will piss you off. Two reasons, mainly. One, you’re a precious hardcore nitwit who thinks that their Fugaziish formative albums are sacrosanct and that any deviation voids them in the eyes of The Living Christ Our Lord Henry Rollins. Two, you hate loud noises. True, at times its punk’s so dumb it’s like having it spat in your eyes by a deadpan simpleton – as Ross J. Farrar’s marvellously monotonous “Talking into telephones/I used to have a broken head” (‘World Blue’) attests – but just do everyone else a favour and shut up, OK?