I have a confession to make: I’ve never really listened to the Vibrators. For whatever reason, they were one of those bands that underwrite so much of punk rock and simply fell between the cracks for me because I spent my time listening to the bands they inspired. It’s kinda like spending one’s whole life listening to early Beatles and never listening to Gene Vincent. Shame on me, eh! Regardless, now that I am aware of the gaping void that has been present in my life, at least this record shovels some dirt back into that hole. The subtitle does not lie: the action here is very much in the vein of early rock’n’roll punk, before politics and blazing speed took over the menu at the banquet. However, since this record pops my proverbial Vibrators cherry, I am in no position to assess its quality in relation to their previous efforts; in actuality this could be the worst Vibrators record in the history of the world, and I would have no clue. All I can say is that I’ve been enjoying my ride on the Vibrators train. Whee!
–Eric Carlson (Cleopatra)