This is supposed to blow – older looking American (or living in America) guys going back to UK punk roots. It’s an activity that’s been whipped more than a mistreating slave. But, for some inexplicable reason, this CD isn’t only catchy solely an old familiar way. (Like, “Ooh, nice Partisans riff” or “so that’s what the Toy Dolls would sound like when they’re pissed” or “Man, the best of Cock Sparrer, that’s some great shit.”) The Subversives have actually introduced new wrinkles to a genre that I thought had been dry cleaned, hung up on a rack, and sold back as new to bondage pants-wearing teens at the mall. So, if you’re at the store and your hand’s burning from touching Total Cash Register, and you want something that’s heavy, catchy, and you don’t feel like they’re singing solely to sell records to thirteen year olds with tall hair – and you like U.S. Bombs’ War Birth or Dropkick Murphys Do or Die – this ain’t a bad soundtrack to spend an evening playing darts or bowling to. Thumbs up.