Crude and troublesome punk, as you’d expect from this label. Amid the sneering aggression and flailing limbs is a sense of chaotic rock n’ roll that brings to mind some sort of jaw-smashed KBD Oblivians. B-side ‘Knucklehead’ seems to have someone bashing the same piano key for half of its duration, and the sheer textural verve of this creative decision makes it the overall winner here. Pretty saucy, all told, and enjoyably germy-sounding for a band named after a brand of disinfectant.
