Hrm, this one might be a bit too long in the tooth now but fuck it – it’s Totalitär, ferchrissakes. After nearly a quarter century in the punk rock game, these 17 tracks represent the final warcry from these ravening Swedish bastards, an immense d-beat hammering that barely pauses for breath from one track to the next. The raw, rangy guitar crashes and beyond-rabid vocals all lend ‘Vi Är Eliten’ a sense of desperate, clammering urgency, as though it’s the very people whaling on their instruments who were on the brink of imminent spontaneous combustion rather than the band itself.
