My whole head is currently clogged with gunk, and I’m finding the latest LP from these Booji Boys is helping on two fronts – the wiry guitar melodies are sharp enough to cut through the muck in my middle ear, while the indecipherable, sung-from-the-bridge-of-the-nose vocals make me feel like the singer might somehow sympathise with me. It’s messy as the Marked Men recorded on a Dictaphone, but the songs shine brightly despite the lack of polish and even the brisk, brash get-it-done-quick punk rock approach can’t quite muffle all the interesting tricksy musicianship at play beneath the urgent adrenalin crackle. Super!
