Pressure Point starts with quirky maracas and harmonised "woos" and interest is sparked immediately. Frontman Dave McCabe, the Zuton Man, bemoans his life that holds no special stresses, but still amounts to unmanageable pressures. These are vocalised with comic angst and a great rock voice in the chorus - quiet delight is near. A splendid guitar solo divides the track, and the song quickly builds to a crescendo of mayhem.

This however comes too soon, and despite being the perfect three minutes duration, the single doesn't develop enough to really feel the havoc. I suspect that live this song is nasty and chaotic. Shame this doesn't quite transpose to the single, because if it had had a dirtier production, allowing a freer rein to the disorder, the resulting 21st century madness could have really delighted.