Motörhead, but a wee bit stunted (in a good, punk way). Everything’s in the pocket. Riff-locked, blast-forward rock with plenty of swagger, switchblades in their pupils, and zero fat. Great rock is such an easy thing to almost instantly recognize; such a hard thing to play without being a parody, being tedious, or outright laughable; and for a Toronto band that ended about six years ago, its epitaph is this torch of an LP, keeping the rock’n’roll flame alive. Lemmy’d be proud that the Combo took care of business. Members went on to Ruination and Brutal Nights, which makes perfect sense.