Faced with the enormity of the acoustic in Manchester?s Victoria Baths, Serfs do the honourable thing and play big. In a six-man line-up they pursue visions of sheet rain and dancing wah, careening around the architecture with gay abandon but with a constant fix on that harmonic centre which makes Serfs? material so instantly attractive. Background clatter is provided by Pascal Nichols (Stuckometer, Part Wild Horses Mane on Both Sides, etc.), the clarity of which is unfortunately lost a little in the sea of sound but provides a necessary counterpoint to the overdriven scree erupting around it. Serfs have always shown a kind of attentive restraint on record, not willing to let their guitars get the better of them, and the same is true here ? no dawdle into wig territory is allowed another step, the arcs of harmonic play always directed to the service of the landscape. There are some truly touching moments, and although the contingencies of the performance space mean it?s impossible for the musicians not to tread on each others toes at some points, the overall resulting humble gargantuan is a weird & beautiful mess to behold. 7/10 -- Evan Rhodes (13 August, 2008)