Pete Doherty is like rock 'n' roll's bizarro Barry Bonds - thriving in spite of, not because of, his impressive drug consumption. The self-righteous among us may sneer at his track marks and regard him as symbolic of all that is wrong with music, youth and pop culture. But with a head full of junk, he's still probably the second-best British songwriter in recent memory (sit down, Damon Albarn). The title track is a spirited, if sinister, single. I Wish is ska to commit suicide to, and Sedative is a sprawling ballad of typical darkness. Rock has tolerated far worse.