Funny thing it is, reading about music. At the risk of quoting Forrest Gump, you never can tell what you’re gonna get when you actually give what you’ve been reading about a listen. After reading about these guys and their exploits in the fine book It Makes You Wanna Spit, I imagined rambunctious, “take no shit” punk rock. What is actually on this, their debut album, is more akin to the Irish pop punk made famous by fellow Ulster punks the Undertones than, say, the Cockney Rejects. Now don’t get me wrong, I ain’t gripin’ about what’s on here, ‘cause the tunes are wicked good, but I just find it interesting when a band’s musical output doesn’t quite match up with their image. Closest comparison I can come up with regarding what I’m getting at is TSOL, who had a reputation in some circles of being rather violent jocks, yet when you hear a song like “Weathered Statues,” you can’t help but scratch your head in wonder. Then I get to this album’s bonus tracks, particularly “Frustration” and “I Don’t Wanna Be No Adult,” and they perfectly embody what I expected them to sound like, all mean and pissed off ‘n’ such. Ahh, fuck it, don’t mind me and my neuroses. It’s a damn good album, plus it’s got the singles versions of “Love is for Sops” and “Just Another Teenage Rebel,” which makes it just the bee’s knees.
–jimmy (Captain Oi)