The London band wastes a great title on a second album of garish agit-rave punk that’s larded with references and desperately short on ideas

As constructed, Cancel Me (I'm Tired) is an album that begs for attention through an eyebrow-raising title, musical bombast and mildly tasteless lyrics. Sometimes its strengths actually merit that consideration

The South London band says little beyond juvenile catchphrases and rarely has the compositional depth to make its second album worth your time

It is, predictably, a mess. But it’s a purposeful mess of thunderous proportions, combining dance-punk, industrial disco and arena-ready anthems

Second album from South London six-piece mixes distorted electro-punk, industrial disco and nihilist anthems to cause a sense of disorientation

Exhausting, but that's the point. Print edition only

Cancel Me (I’m Tired) is a thrilling, carnivalesque extravaganza, and an oftentimes confusing record, but one that I’m more than happy to be baffled and completely turned around by

Under all the rowdiness, Cancel Me (I’m Tired) gets to a place that makes room for sincerity. Fat Dog may have an unmarked path ahead, though they are more than willing to call the shots

They channel a gathering capacity for connection into the tunes and lyrics of Cancel Me (I’m Tired), scoping out room to roam within their well-honed good-time vigour

'Cancel Me (I'm Tired)' is packed with choruses and bright synths, with the title track getting stuck into a funk groove that suits them remarkably well