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The seventh and final Sleater-Kinney album is their harshest, loudest, cockiest and best: when Corin Tucker screams "land ho!" at glass-shattering volume a few seconds into its opening number, it's pretty clear that they're not holding back any of their resources for future use. The next 45 minutes are just about as huge and amp-destroying — and what they're amplifying most is their Sleater-Kinney-ness, identifying and playing up the most idiosyncratic elements of their sound. Carrie Brownstein gets off a ferocious new wave number, "Entertain," about having a combative relationship with an audience that wants new wave rather than the truth; Janet Weiss hammers her drums six inches into the studio floor; "Let's Call It Love" melts like lava into an 11-minute jam. There's subtlety here, too ("Modern Girl" is a love song that grapples with the aesthetics of singing about happiness), but mostly this is the sound of a great, weird American band going out with the loudest bang they had in them.