With its driving, dirty, fuzzed-out guitars and frantic pacing, Kittser’s comeback single is as whiskey-fuelled as the weekend bender he describes in ‘Say No More’. Giving us a glimpse of his darker side, Kitt moves away from the cringe-worthy, lovelorn lyricisms which smothered 2003’s Square 1. The soppy innocence of the past has also been replaced by a new found edge, bordering on anger. The results are menacing and moody.Judging by some of the titles on his forthcoming LP (‘Don’t Fuck With Me,’ for example), there’s more to come. The honeymoon is over. And thank God for that.