This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Swedish punk bands these days are like snowflakes; their numbers seem endless and no two of ’em are exactly alike.
The latest arrival on the scene: Voice of a Generation, an Oi quintet who just dropped their second album on these shores. Actually, dropped is the wrong verb. Hurled — in the Molotov cocktail sense — is more like it. Taking their name (not to mention a big chunk of their inspiration) from the punk anthems of ’80s outfit Blitz, VGOA specialize in fever-pitched outbursts full of slippery Sex Pistols guitar licks, spittle-spewing vocals, hard-driving drumbeats and soccer-terrace choruses that take the mickey out of macho men (Billy Boy), fame (Stars and Hormones) and even their own fans (My Generation, not to be confused with The Who song — or the Limp Bizkit one). With tongue firmly planted in cheek, middle finger cocked and locked in the upright position and a Marshall jacked to 10, these guys are a voice that won’t be ignored.