Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that this is not as bad as I thought it was eight years ago, when I first heard it and proclaimed it the biggest pile of, uh, aural misery I’d ever heard. I will also be the first to admit that I still don’t think it’s very good. The driving punk that made GBH so special had given way to mediocre heavy metal by this time this came out, and this is rife with fully realized chugga-chugga anthems sure to make the dirtheads pleased as punch but the punk rock punters perpetually perplexed. If you’re new to the GBH thang, stick to their early stuff, from Leather Bristles to City Baby’s Revenge and proceed with extreme caution from that point forward.
–jimmy (Captain Oi)