WHO ARE THEY? A raw-powered, vaguely grungy punk power trio from the seaside resort of Littlehampton, England.
WHAT IS THIS? A reissue of their deservedly acclaimed 2018 indie album — which might as well be brand new, since you probably never heard it anyway (but trust me, you really need to).
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? Neither pathetic nor apathetic. Not by a long shot. Granted, these lads don’t reinvent the punk rock wheel with their jagged power-chord riffs, walloping drums, snide lyrics and razor-wire vocals. But their surprisingly strong melodies and magnificently anthemic choruses definitely put a new spin on things. And ultimately, they deliver the goods so enthusiastically and effectively that they’re guaranteed to win you over (and bowl you over).
WHAT SHOULD IT BE TITLED? Stick It.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? Loud and on repeat — the entire 10-song disc lasts just 27 minutes. Because 28 would be too damn much.
WHAT 10 WORDS SUM IT UP? Rambunctious, irreverent, antisocial, distorted, propulsive, grungy, brash, melodic, punchy, noisy.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? It’s tough to go wrong with song titles like No Shit Sally, Let Me Have Some, Act My Age, Dripping Wet and Pissheads.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS SAY? ‘Punk’s STILL not dead? Fantastic!’
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO IT? They may not be able to spell — but they’re not kidding with that name.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE PETTY CRIMES, WHAT WOULD THEY BE? Vandalism, shoplifting, disturbing the peace and public intoxication.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL IT? Don’t be pathetic.