Wild, wild, motherfuckin’ wild! This is aurally the ultimate in unrelenting punkrock ferocity! The Reducers SF have so severely pummeled my skull with their incendiary sonic savagery, an ungodly amount of blood is now profusely gushing outta my ears and nose. Yep, I just might very well fuckin’ bleed to death before I ever have the opportunity to complete this rant of a review. Whooooo-weee, this is pure unbridled aural energy at its most crisp, crushing, crafty, and crazed! The Reducers SF expertly reinvent the pub-punk sounds of the golden days of yore, and they’re uncannily similar, songstructure-wise, to an atom bomb’s roar of The Business, Cockney Rejects, Sham 69, Peter & The Test Tube Babies, and even a bombastic bit of The Adicts. If the aimless complacent youth of today ever conjure the courage to raucously run amok through the streets in a disruptive show of unity while destructively rioting against the egotistical political powers that be, I’m sure the Reducers SF will proudly provide the chaos-fuelled soundtrack for such an insurrective uprising. This is the angry hostile noise of a dangerous new generation. Parents and politicians, beware!