If you like Patti Smith, you’ll love You Heartbreaker, You by Jehnny Beth.

There’s a long, proud lineage of women in rock who’ve made a career out of scaring the life out of people who expect them to behave. Patti Smith, PJ Harvey, Courtney Love, and now Jehnny Beth. You Heartbreaker, You is her angriest and most electrifying record yet, a half-hour detonation of rage and lust that burns and seduces.

The opener Broken Rib sets the tone immediately, cool and ice-blooded with a slinky bassline winding through murky trip-hop shadows before the guitars rip with squeal and feedback. The rhythm section throughout is thick and low, the guitars sharp and treble-heavy, giving the record a cold, metallic unease that’s deliberately discomforting. It’s full, punishing and confrontational. No Good For People holds a glitchy, post-punk groove that’s both catchy and unsettling, followed by Obsession which is built around a guitar line that makes you clench your teeth in anticipation of the inevitable explosion. Drawing you in with a whisper and letting the air thicken before crashing open with distortion and fury, Jehnny Beth has an expert understanding of tension. Out Of My Reach is a big and slow grunge anthem with a colossal chorus full of longing. I Still Believe perfects the quiet-loud structure with whole sections suspended with barely a beat before the chorus detonates. The double-tracking on her chorus of voices is layered with grit and distortion like she’s singing down a cracked phone line, wrapped in electricity and threat. Reality is ‘90s grunge heaven with messy guitar harmonics and High Resolution Sadness swaggers with brutal defiance. You Heartbreaker, You is over in thirty minutes, but it leaves scorch marks, feeling more like an exorcism than a performance. We may not be the target of her rage, but you can feel it viscerally, clawing her way through memories and turning them into noise. It’s not rebellion for fun, it’s the sound of someone who’s been pushed past her limit and decided she’s never going to shrink herself again. A big, snarling ball of grunge, post-punk, trip-hop, noise rock and fuck you.