Ruled By Passion, Destroyed By Lust oozes a proudly dour Britishness, not least in its literary wit (just look at the title). Tracks like "Late Flowering Lust" are happy to be punky and anarchist whilst referencing fogeyist poet John Betjeman. One of the highlights is the haunted "One Minute's Silence," where Weatherall sings the title's refrain amongst a turbulent brew of shakers, claps and filthy, down-low guitar riffs. For the most part, the Shoreditch skulduggery Weatherall so often references has clearly permeated the walls of his studio. Tracks like predatory prowler "Never There" are dense with smog, guitars are laden with post-punk bile and the tortured dark wave synths are frazzled beyond repair.
It all adds up to a tense, dramatic listen. At all times, you know this is an album made by the producer who drenched Screamadelica in so much E. But it also bares all the hallmarks of Fairplay's fine solo experiments in apocalyptic disco. Scuzzy and roguish the results may be, but they sure do tell a fascinating story, and all without ever breeching a seedy 115BPM.