The title of this album is just how Monk likes his steak, with the blood still pumping through its veins and enough meat and gristle on the bone to keep him chewing rather than just biting in and gulping it down.  In this regard, this is also an album that lives up to its name, as it is vibrant and visceral and so raw you can suck the very marrow off its bones and chew on the accompanying gristle until you’re ready to let it slide pleasingly into your audio digestive system.