That sort of straightfaced wink-nudge is Snog
's stock in trade, and acts as a thread through each of the band's releases, a trick so instinctual to Thrussell that it becomes utilitarian, acting as camouflage, smoke signal, or pointed stick depending on the context. "The New Cocksucker Blues" comes off as pretty on-the-nose at a glance, but the question of whether we as the listener have ahem
sucked some cock today becomes weirdly transcendent as it's repeated again and again, the song's profane tirade of corporate crimes backed by organ vamps and glistening synth pads. Hell, the main lyrical hook of "Soul Invictus", that "The internet will not save your life" could have been lifted from a mediocre Sunday church sermon, but Dee delivers it with such unabashed conviction you're forced to examine where it lies in the spectrum that includes satire and the genuine (I propose we call this "the Laibach effect").