After a flurry of EPs and tapes BC’s Bootlicker come strutting out the traps with their chest puffed out and what could well be the hardcore LP of the year. Blunt, ugly and thuggish to the max, there’s also a nigh-on unbearable catchiness to their songwriting – almost as though the combined whistling of the bottles they lob at your head form a tune you’ll be woozily humming when you finally wake in hospital. There’s a definite UK82 stomp going on and my brain keeps shrieking “Negative FX!” (this possibly on account of the thing’s sheer surliness), but if you want a facile yet flattering descriptor you could do worse than imagining the bruising force of early Fucked Up combined with the brash, jagged attack of Career Suicide. Absolutely excellent.
