After the swaggering binge that was Life Is Killing My Rock & Roll and the crisp urgency of Taste The Blood, PD&D is as confident, laid-back and self-assured as Singapore Sling have ever been, and continues to cement their reputation as one of the most robust, colourful and, above all, sonically interesting Icelandic rock bands.  It’s one of those great albums that, although it lacks a distinct hit or a specifically memorable song, it makes a powerful, consistent whole. It really is a win-win situation: if you hate the Sling, then you’ll just continue hating them for PD&D, and if you love the Sling, then you’ll continue loving them for it. The weird, vacuous sounds of Singapore Sling’s post-apocalyptic road trip, fuelled by a full tank of acid and cocaine, continue to thrill us as we stare empty-eyed into the headlight-lit night and barrel on to nowhere in particular.