WHO ARE THEY? A gang of Australian guttersnipes — fronted by firebrand vocalist Amy Taylor — who unabashedly worship at the altar of Iggy Pop, The Damned and anything else that remotely qualifies as young, loud and snotty.
WHAT IS THIS? Their first full-length release after a pair of EPs — the first of which was reportedly written and recorded in the space of 12 hours (and resembles that remark).
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? Next to its predecessors, this 29-minute album might seem like an epic concept album. Though in reality, it’s still just a short, sharp slate of punk salvos and garage-rock nuggets.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? While sniffing glue, drinking vanilla extract and breaking things down by the railroad tracks.
WHAT 10 WORDS DESCRIBE IT? Scrappy, grotty, ragged, crash-bash, audacious, aggressive, untamed, serrated, noisy, rebellious.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? If you can’t appreciate explosive single-shot Molotovs with titles like Gacked on Anger, GFY, Monsoon Rock and Some Mutts (Can’t Be Muzzled), you’ve come to the wrong party, mate.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY THINK? That it’s about time they (and you) grew up already.
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO THIS? Whenever you need to reconnect with your inner teenage punk.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE A HAIRSTYLE, WHAT KIND OF HAIRSTYLE WOULD IT BE? An ironic mullet from SuperCuts.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL? Only suckers pay retail.