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):
Supposedly, New Zealand has more sheep than people. Similarly, I have now come to the conclusion that Sweden has more bands than listeners. And — as near as I can tell — all of them rock.
The latest exports: Randy, a crunchy, eclectic punk foursome whose name refers neither to one of the bandmembers nor to a lascivious streak in their songs. Far from it — the 17 tight, smartly constructed tracks on this fourth album fuse leftist class-struggle politics to a whole catalog of punk subgenres: the buzzsaw sugar-pop of The Buzzcocks, the choppy pub-rock of The 101ers, the blues-boogie of Dr. Feelgood and the aggressive majesty of The Clash, along with chunky ska-punk, frantic psychobilly, garage-band swing and just about anything that can be converted into three chords, a solid beat and lyrics somewhere between Karl and Groucho Marx.
