Endless, Nameless finds the Wildhearts opting for an indie label after their time with Warner failed to yield any hits. Stylstically, the album doesn't sound that different from their earlier releases, but it is a surprsingly consistent and appealing set of thunderous hard-rock. The album may take its name from Nirvana's unlisted noise symphony at the end of Nevermind, but the record owes more to straight-ahead glam-rock and metal and its the better for it.
The part in bold leads me to conclude that the reviewer, Stephen Thomas Erlewine, is either completely deaf or didn't listen to the CD for longer than 10 microseconds which is probably more of an insult to the band, his employers and anyone unfortunate enough to read that review without being familiar with EN than if he'd wrtten "It's shite!" a thousand times.
There is one silver lining, it proves that people with serious mental deficincies can find employment in the entertainment industry.