Before the Destructors first self-destructed (don’t blame me for that one; it’s straight from the promo sheet) in 1983, they drafted a blueprint for what was intended to be their second full-length. Thirty years later, the current lineup has revisited the songs to give the album the chance it never had. The effort generally avoids sounding like a lukewarm reenactment—after all, this is no feeble reunion but a band that never really gave it up for good, multiple hiatuses notwithstanding. That being said, there’s no new ground to be covered here. This is straightforward streetpunk from the ‘80s played by guys who have been playing since the ‘70s. The band plays tightly but predictably while Allen Adams barks scathing couplets on the usual topics: war, religion, and capitalist exploitation. The album trails off with unnecessary renditions of “Wild Thing,” “I Wanna Be Your Dog,” and “Louie Louie,” perhaps the most exhausted covers in rock’n’roll. A few surprises do stand out, including the grim sludginess of “Body Bags” and the ominous breakdown in “Nerve Gas.” But at its heart, this is gruff, working-class U.K. punk rock to listen to with your boots on.
–Indiana Laub (Rowdy Farrago, [email protected], destructors666.com)