Brisk, clippy, pissed off political hardcore that’s sometimes tuff and gobby and sometimes sneeringly melodic. Things are at their most aggro with opener ‘Fat Of The Land’, but once they’ve got that out their system Class Tourists mix things up a bit with the occasional splintery guitar jag or post-punk inflection. Sometimes I’m minded of Toxic Reasons by way of Blitz, at others an alternate reality where the other ‘Unsafe At Any Speed’ bands had paid more attention to The Proletariat. Five tracks, all of them ragers – this is well worth you checking out.