This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Now here’s an album that lives up to its name — and I mean that as a compliment.
The Swedish meatballs of Millencolin aren’t jumping onto any bandwagons on their third outing; they’re sticking with the tried-and-true skate-punk and ska-punk that’s served them well for years. And why not? After all this time, their hooks are as sharp as The Offspring’s hair and their playing is tighter than Meat Loaf’s old pants. Sure, there aren’t a lot of surprises here. But who really likes surprises?
