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In a world where dissident writers are drawn and quartered, communists wear Rolexes, and Trump drives around with a fridge-full of blood; Tropical Fuck Storm’s new single is testament to the jester's duty. The Planet of Straw Men revives Tropical Fuck Storm’s art-punk manoeuvres with a political snarl that pulls your head in, without calling you out. Lauren Hummel’s drums unwind like a sonic mirage of a call to battle. The swagger of Fiona Kitschin’s bass line is as insecure as a parliamentary promise. And Erica Dunn’s uncorked guitars frolic throughout the track like a shit-faced fist fight. In this bare-knuckle ceremony, Tropical Fuck Storm have made a song and dance of diplomacies cheap-suit delusions of grandeur. “They want the glory of a coup de gras!” spits Gareth Liddiard; a broken bottle reminder that General Jack D. Ripper’s red-cap reincarnation is running the show—and how unsatirical this whole joke is.