Well, well, seems the Subs have almost made it all the way through the alphabet. This is their umpteenth album in a career that has lasted forever and a week, and yet they still got it going on, baby doll. Loud-ass guitars, strong songwriting, an undeniable authenticity imbedded into their sound, and Charlie’s growl, which doesn’t seem to have aged a bit – what more could you ask for? Forget all those other bands trying to earn punker points by looking the part but having no clue as to what the fuck’s going on, and give a band with a definite knowledge of what time it is the propers they deserve. Put that bootleg of a Sex Pistols bootleg down and pick up some new music by a band that not only was around back then, but also still remembers too clearly what all this punk shit is supposed to be about.
–jimmy (Captain Oi)