Labels: Boss Tuneage
Review by: Alex Deller
So this band played a free gig in London not so long ago, and am I ever kicking myself for being too much of a miserable ass to leave my house and sit on a train for a couple of hours to go see them. What a fucking idiot. Over a bittersweet forty minutes these five Finns bash out some of the finest rabble-rousing, beer-soaked punk rock you could hope to hear. The kind of jams that light a fire deep behind your ribs and lend to singing, dancing and the quaffing of much ale over the course of some endless night where streetlights revolve giddily above you when you finally stagger from the latest-closing bar in town”¦ Hints of Radon, the Clash, Against Me! and Social Distortion abound, pouring out in a series of punchy, melodic anthems that warm the cockles and stir the soul. Each ditty is chock-full of bright, ringing guitars, gruff, bearish vocals and easy-flowing organ riffs that swirl through it all to add proverbial icing to the cake. Pure unadulterated punk rock magic. Just do yourself a favour: pick it up, fling it on the stereo and dance around the kitchen like you’re some kind of loose-limbed imbecile.