The struggle to integrate and pacify restlessness underpins this carapacial collection of verse. Combining both anger, gallows humour, and droll bathos, set against the backcloth of the city, with an ear for waspish vernacular, Hughes meanders mercurially through its watering holes and chance encounters with a surreal consciousness. Possessing brutal beauty and a blood and sand mentality, he muses on how love and assholes fake it past his reckless existential bullshit detector.