Shame's third album finds the South London outfit abandoning rigid post-punk orthodoxy for something messier and more human. With Flood smoothing their edges without sanding down their teeth, Charlie Steen trades youthful antagonism for genuine vulnerability, his voice cracking around mortality and millennial dread.

The guitars sprawl where they once just jabbed, songs like Fingers of Steel proving these lads have outgrown simple thrash. It's the sound of a band realising that growing up doesn't mean mellowing out, just learning where the bruises actually are.