After a few clunkers, these Aussie legends have come back with a vengeance, leveling both barrels and blasting an unsuspecting public with yet another unholy melange of Ramones-and-Slayer-cover-the-Descendents goodness. These guys have not sounded this consistently good to these ears since their Love is a Battlefield of Wounded Hearts album more than a decade ago. Wisenheimer punk, sick with some of the tastiest pop hooks you’ll hear anywhere, coupled with Marshall overdrive and the occasional grindcore rhythm to throw you completely off track just when you think you’ve got ’em pegged. Easily my favorite release this review cycle. Pick up a copy so’s you can tell your kids you owned a copy of this soon-to-be-classic back when it came out. Oh, and while you’re at it, toss them Blink 182 wastes of plastic away to make some room in your collection for some true greatness.
–jimmy (Bad Taste)