Weird to say considering their slender output, but right now Skitklass are one of my favourite punk acts. They manage to take a style that’s utterly, utterly familiar and make it sound like it just arrived from outer space: a flailing, crashing, psychotic brand of noise that taps into the timeless vitality of all those early 80s Scandi classics. While it’s occurring things are less than pleasant – it basically feels like there’s a drunken maniac operating on your brain with a rusty tin can – but when it ends you’re compelled to lift the arm and play the whole thing over for the umpteenth time in a row. It’s insane and superb, and I just want MORE.