Paul Duffus: Now this is fun. “The Yabba” comes at you like a seven-foot samurai doing a war dance (Samurai didn’t do war dances? Well just go with it…), like a seven foot samurai doing a war dance in full battle dress, creeping closer and closer with each stuttering step. You know what’s coming. He’s going to tear your face off at some point and you’re just waiting for it to happen. You know the drill. “The Yabba” starts with squeaks and squelches akin to mangled radar pings; the splurge gets more and more distorted; all the pieces assemble; drums kick the door down; and guitars rush in after, guns drawn. You get the idea and you know what’s approaching but you can’t resist. And of course with Battles there’s the usual obnoxiously goddamn brilliant playing from all concerned. A big imposing beast of a track. [9/10]
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