Based in Manchester, but originally hailing from the North East, Mexican Painkiller are a teeth-grinding, lip-snarling, throat-shredding juggernaut - children of coal, high on soot and fermented by acid rain and smokestacks. The quartet marry brutish power with feral grooves to crank out a distinctive brand of hedonistic metal that is as relentless as it is thrilling as it is filthy. Fronted by Ord - a screaming, heathen-like wild man - and defined heavily by the canny riffs and anthemic choruses that he and Milligan cook up, Painkiller are a stick of dynamite with a shortening fuse that has been burning for years. Latest album Coyote is the band’s third full-length release, and the first to flirt with the glean of a proper studio setting. Mixed & Mastered by Machine The Producer, The ten-song track-list hits harder than the DIY recordings of A Picturesque Hell or Believe In Yourself Because There Is No God before it, but does so without compromising on the gritty lunacy or gleeful explosiveness that act as the cornerstones of the Painkiller ethos. Taken as a whole, Coyote is a ferocious album, unafraid to flit from guise to guise without ever losing its mulish sense of self. It’s a ticking pipe bomb, a glowering Rottweiler pulling rabidly at the leash, but more than anything, it’s a huge step towards realising a monstrous potential. And just like the cocktail that they take their name from, Mexican Painkiller’s new album might just put you on your arse.