If the music on this disc was food, I think it would be a meatloaf, with plenty of thick chest hairs baked in and broken teeth sprinkled over the top. With their stubborn, workmanlike attitude, you could say Urban Riot is “lunchbox” street punk, both because of its utilitarian approach and because these guys sound like they eat entire lunchboxes whole—and I mean the old-school metal kind with the glass-lined thermos inside. Though this is not very tuneful and I can’t imagine anything more insipid than people who exert this much effort trying to convince the world what tough-ass galoots they are, this is serviceable oi and it is not without its brutish charms. Pass the ketchup.
–aphid (Headache)