WHO ARE THEY? Your next favourite band: A high-octane Oakland sextet that serves up sweaty, swaggering R&B-fuelled punk (or punk-fuelled R&B, depending on your perspective) — with saxophone!
WHAT IS THIS? Their fourth full-length fusillade of full-throttle, full-speed, full-blooded firepower and fury. And if the other three are anything like this barnburning beast, we’ve all got some serious catching up to do.
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? A meeting of the minds between The Hives, Rocket From The Crypt, Hot Snakes, The Cramps and half a dozen other likeminded bands that unrepentantly worship at the altar of the devil’s music.
WHAT WOULD BE A BETTER TITLE FOR THIS ALBUM? Sax and Drums and Rock ’n’ Roll.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? While gnawing on a slab of rare red meat with a bottle of tequila on the side. But don’t bother sitting down; you won’t be for long.
WHAT 10 WORDS DESCRIBE IT? Fierce, ferocious, propulsive, powerful, rebellious, relentless, bare-knuckle, blistering, electrifying, explosive.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? From the opening Bo Diddley-on-steroids groove of Love Is a Numbers Game to the final twangy lick of Nobody Knows You (When You’re Blacking Out), this is 25 rock-solid minutes of sheer awesomeness.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY SAY? ‘The only thing I’m crying are tears of joy.’
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO THIS? You might as well just put it on endless repeat right now.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE HORMONES, WHAT HORMONES WOULD IT BE? A cocktail of testosterone and adrenaline. Delivered in sufficient quantities to raise an elephant from the dead.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL IT? Buy ’til you die.