Homesickness by Colin Barrett. I was really looking forward to this as his first book was very good, but I'm disappointed.
The short stories are in the same psychic space as Kevin Barry's but they are overwritten.
From page 55: "Bimbo stormed into the jacks, thrummed a sulphurous piss into the gurgling trough".
He went to the jacks for a piss, all the thrumming and gurgling is unnecessary rococo in my opinion. And if you are going to use the fancy words, why not also lavatory and urinate? It's jarring and incongruous.
The stories themselves are sort of banal, not a criticism in itself, I don't mind reading a story where nothing much happens, but something has to compensate for it, whether humour or character or offstage action or an idea, but a bunch of ten-dollar words is not enough compensation