Damn, they’ve come a long way from No Carrots for the Rehabilitated ten years ago. I was worried that Sweden’s Randy would mellow off the socialist politics and full-tilt scronking off the last burner, The Human Atom Bombs. No worries there. Randy retain their uncanny ability to make what sounds like songs made in the ‘50s, gleefully scorch them on a Sonics ‘60s burner, bounce them up with ‘70s Ramones punk, harden them with a dash of ‘80s hardcore, slash and dash in some keyboards, and mix it all together in a soulful way that seems downright fun and natural. They’re also a band that’s always greater than the sum of its parts. It’s hard not to dance when they’re pointing out some serious problems to governmental structures. Thumbs up to a considerably underrated band that I’m amazed isn’t much larger.