Royal Oi! – Bootboys and Hooligans

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Getting fed up of a punk roar is never a possibility, especially when it comes in the oi fuelled shape of the debut album from Scottish incitement Royal Oi!, a quartet creating street punk anthem after anthem. The release is a passion driven riot of sound and intent, uncaged by a band which, in their own words, just write and sing “songs about their passions and everyday struggles.” There is no agenda to their music, just the want to create a rebellious revelry for all to get personally engaged in; that an undoubted success found by their first full-length.

Hailing from Glasgow and drawing on inspirations from the likes of Bonecrusher, Perkele, and Cock Sparrer, the foursome of vocalist/guitarists Dave and Ana, bassist James, and drummer Jim first gave attention a healthy nudge with a four track demo in the December of 2014, its presence backing up a live presence already causing stir. Now it is Bootboys and Hooligans doing the contagious badgering and raucous persuading, a thick persuasion set to put Royal Oi! firmly on the punk map.

The album erupts with its title track, the opener a virulent stomp of punk riffs and spicy hooks driven by cantankerous rhythms. It is instantly a marker of things to come within Bootboys and Hooligans, an anthem setting the scene and the first great taster of the twin attack vocals from Dave and Ana. The former leads the track here with the pair alternating to some extent across the release, but always it is a dual incitement that hits the spot as resourcefully and potently as the grooves and hooks igniting ears.

Skinhead Warrior keeps the impressive start going, Ana’s snarling tones, backed by scything beats and grouchy riffs, alone an inciting call. Great backing shouts only add to the drama and catchiness of the track too, with the bass and its throaty bait another heftily compelling element before Docs and Tattoos takes over, sauntering in on a tasty groove spearing a charge of insatiable energy. Like a mix of 4 Past Midnight and Angelic Upstarts with a scent of dragSTER to it too, the song further whips up energies and an already awoken appetite with its punk ‘n’ roll devilry.

Both In My Heart, with its antagonistic passion and enterprise, and the fist in the air call of Punx and Skins ‘Football, Oi! and Rock n Roll’ keep body and emotions energised and greedily content; the first as a sing-a-long anthem no one could refuse. Its successor is more of a bruising confrontation but no less infectious as it draws the listener into full involvement of its rowdy adventure. The same can be said of all tracks within the album, Skinhead Loyalty swift proof with its inviting canter of sound and voice. Though the song is a less intensive proposal and without the extra spark of other songs around it, it still leaves ears, feet, and contentment enjoyably busy.

Musica Oi! enters ears on a great shadow lit predation, guitar and bass a prowling temptation leading to an eyeballing charge led by the thumping rhythms of Jim. Ana vocally growls and entices with typical prowess and energy as the track proceeds to twist and evolve through a varied landscape of imagination, intimidation, and enthralling enterprise. It is a mighty slab of punk matched in success by the old school bred Survive, a track rocking and rolling with prickly hooks and rapacious rhythms as vocals brawl with ears. It is another gem amongst only treats within Bootboys and Hooligans, a lingering protagonist keeping a firm hold on memory and provoking a hunger for more just like the outstanding Together. A chest beating call to arms, the song is glorious, a punk rock infestation stirring up the passions with an honest and open heart.

Bootboys and Hooligans ends on the raw onslaught of Violence, a challenging and tenacious roar on the state of the world today, and a highly pleasing and formidable way to end one thoroughly thrilling release. We cannot tell you how long Royal Oi! has been around but to our, and we suspect a great many others, their album is an introduction and wake up call to their rousing bellow. So for us there is a new and fresh oi incitement in town which excites and incites in impressive manner.

Bootboys and Hooligans is out now as a co-release between LastPunkRocker Records (150x Scottish Flag Blue), Crowd Control Media (150x White /w Blue Splatter), and Rebel Sound (150x Scottish Flag White) with an additional albums pressed in 50x Classic Black.

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The Senton Bombs – Mainstream

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Still basking in the roar of their Phantom High EP, ears get another tasty slice of The Senton Bombs through their new single Mainstream. Taken from the UK rockers’ forthcoming fourth album Mass Vendetta, the track is a slice of dusty blues rock ‘n’ roll with the recognisable Senton Bombs sound and spice woven into an even richer tapestry of diversity and enterprise.

For fans of a band formed in 2004 as The Terrorists and with since a trio of acclaimed albums under their belts, Chapter Zero of two years ago their most potent in praise and success to date, Mainstream holds no surprises in its craft and easily infectious character but as the Phantom High EP earlier this year, it is pointing to a broader rock heart to the band’s sound which we can expect to see blossoming further in Mass Vendetta. Certainly the song has that punk air that the band always carries but as in songs like Black Chariot and Passions of the Passive Aggressive previously, a spicier bluesy nature is breeding in the band’s songwriting and imagination.

cover_RingMaster ReviewMainstream opens on a thumping anthemic rally from drummer Scott Mason, his swift inescapable bait the trigger to tangy grooves spun by the guitars of Damien Kage and Johnny Gibbons. It is a heady flame igniting ears, the darker tones of Joey Class’ bass just as magnetic as he quickly brings his familiar and welcome vocal tones to the emerging swagger of sound. Riffs and hooks continue to collude with the grooved tendril infusing melodic intoxication to the track, whilst slips into varied hues of rock ‘n’ roll only add more appealing theatre to the increasingly tempting adventure and contagion spun by the band.

On the first listen, Mainstream seemed to lack something compared to the likes of previous recent singles Phantom High and Lights Over Phoenix, but that thought was quickly banished as each listen turned the song into one seriously voracious and infectious persuasion…Now on to the album.

Mainstream is released October 23rd via Holier Than Thou Records.

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Pigs – Wronger

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If you are looking for a noise rock treat to end the impending year’s end on a high, we have the new Pigs album to suggest. Equally if you are looking for a ferocious punk rock tempest, or an uncompromising rock ‘n’ roll confrontation, Wronger fits the bill perfectly too. The new album from the New York City trio of Dave Curran from Unsane, Jim Paradise of Player’s Club and Freshkills, and Andrew Schneider (renowned producer with the likes of Cave In, Converge, Made Out of Babies, Unsane, and Keelhaul on his CV), is a brawl you will only get increasingly excited to be swallowed up by. It is a blaze of scarring imagination as virulently addictive as it is mercilessly abrasive, and indeed bracing. Pigs made a mighty debut with first album You Ruin Everything in 2012, cemented and pushed their refreshing presence with the Gaffe EP the following year, but Wronger is a whole new caustic bitch slap of pleasure and aggressive adventure to get fired up by.

It opens with the sonic infestation of A Great Blight, a diseased web of noise hypnotically living up to the creeping invasiveness of its title. The instrumental piece crawls over the senses and into the psyche, eroding defences with its repetitious whilst The Life In Pink waits in the wings to fill its departing void. The second track though rather than quickly assaulting ears weaves in on a flirtatious hook cast by Curran’s guitar, its successful lure shaking under the impact of Paradise’s composed and resonating beats. In no time the bass of Schneider growls with a predacious passion whilst the riffs and vocals of Curran add grizzled attitude and prowess to the song’s emerging heavy stroll. It is a raw and thickly enticing bluster, tempestuous rock ‘n’ roll which ensures an inescapable persuasion, especially with the re-occurring delicious hook which sets things rolling.

pigs_wronger_cover_RingMaster Review     The following Bet It All On Black leaps in with a punk swagger and impossible to resist rhythmic devilry, willing feet and hips recruited as rapidly as ears and imagination through another delicious hook which this time has a whiff of post punk addictiveness to it. Schneider swings an equally magnetic and infectious groove through his ever bestial toned bass, another spice to the gripping drama and threat of the track, an intimidation emulated in Amateur Hour In Dick City though it pursues a more hard rock flavouring to its noise rock volatility. As in all songs, things evolve though, turn in on themselves and bring new twists and exploits to contemplate. Without quite matching its predecessors, there is only an infection to the eventful song which flows eagerly before Mope descends on the listener with its scuzz woven tapestry of meandering grooves, intoxicating hooks, and predatory rhythms. A smothering cloud of raw noise is the best description, this veined by virulent temptations and, within certain brief partings of its worrisome clouds, melodic toxicity for major addictiveness.

     Wrap It Up is the same, its hostile climate and abusive physical invention increasingly persuasive with every sonic lancing and rally of rhythmic bullying colluding in something quite bewitching as it corrodes the senses. Imagine Joy Division meets Unsane and you get a sense of part of the excellent encounter, though again it is a proposition shifting tact and character minute by minute.

The Cajun twang of Mouth Dump and its thumping beats around a trio of spoken vocals spark thoughts next, its short insight a respite yet provocateur in a way setting up the scathing roar of Make Sure To Forget, another sonically cancerous slice of punk/noise agitation with its own tasty Buzzcocks scented hook. As seriously pleasing as it is, it does not rival in success other songs around it, emphasizing their might, and is unlucky to be followed by the majorly outstanding Bug Boy, a song which makes you forget the past three or so minutes as soon as it scurries under the skin. Featuring guest vocals from ex-Made Out of Babies/Battle of Mice front woman Julie Christmas, the track is a ravenous tempest once again entwining imagination infesting grooves and hooks, barbarous rhythms, and a vocal bedlam to get greedy over.

Wronger is brought to a close by firstly its physically cantankerous title track and lastly the extensive bellow of Donnybrook. Both songs grip forcibly as they abrase and tempt, the first hitting its sweet spot around midway when it dips into a haunting melodic aside still walled by raw shadows and waiting to bellow sonic animosity. Its eight minute successor prowls and lurches through ears with doomy breath and volatile temperament, becoming more unpredictable and magnetic as a warm calm emerges from its erosive landscape and in turn brews its own dark imposing atmosphere which becomes the dominate wind of fascination. A slow burner compared to some, the track is undoubtedly a mighty end to a thoroughly enjoyable trespass.

The album is easily Pigs finest moment to date, but you get the feeling still just a step to bigger and bolder things from the band. As Christmas lists are being drawn up, Wronger is one to place at the top for all violent rock ‘n’ roll fans with no regrets found through this thrilling beast

Wronger is out now via Solar Flare Records on 12” vinyl, CD, and digitally @

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Random Hand – Hit Reset

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Hands up, who also raised an expletive or two in disappointment when British punksters Random Hand announced earlier this year they were going on an indefinite hiatus to pursue other challenges in life? Well we can tell you now that the pain is going to get simultaneously better and worse thanks to the release of one of the band’s finest roars, final album Hit Reset. Whether it is because the decision has brought a freedom to the band in some way or it simply inspired a no holds barred energy to the creation of the twelve track storm as a last offering, but Hit Reset sees Random Hand at their most diverse, explosive, and passionate best with a little something indefinably extra too.

It is thirteen years ago that the Keighley quartet leap onto the British rock scene with their energetic and dynamic fusion of punk, ska, hardcore, and metal. The time since, has seen Random Hand earn the reputation as one of the UK’s best live encounters at home and further afield, and a host of varied and generally fiercely impacting releases. Now following a final flurry of shows this past summer, it all comes to an ‘end ‘ with the PledgeMusic funded Hit Reset; a giant slice of non-stop anthems which goes with the adages, “go out on a high” and “leave them wanting more”.

Random Hand - Hit Reset_RingMaster Review     Day One is the first encounter upon Hit Reset, its opening tinnitus of percussion amidst a tangy melody tempting enough but the mere appetiser to the explosion of punk metal ferocity and riffs driven by recognisable hardcore energised vocals matched in virulent strength by their clean harmonic counterparts. The swings of drummer Sean Howe seem to have new tenacity and aggression whilst the bass of Joe Tilston could just be at its most grouchy and compelling ever. It might be that ears are interpreting things in hope’s and assumption’s desired way but as the guitar of Dan Walsh weaves a web of antagonism and infection with intense enterprise and energy, that sense of freedom is a swift wonder.

As great as the opener is, the following Death By Pitchforks eclipses it with its strolling ska swing and relentless bounce. Juicy flames of trombone from Robin Leitch shoot across the addiction whilst vocals from him and the rest of the band are again as inescapably persuasive an incitement as the sounds hugging their alluring tones. It is a track which has body, emotions, and soul in relentless involvement, much as its successor Protect & Survive with its growling fury of Bad Religion tinged punk metal and a climax to arouse an empty room, and straight after If I Save Your Back… and its adrenaline powered punk ‘n’ roll stomp. The latter song also slips into some evocative dub/ska imagination and hardcore ire to add extra spice to the bracing revelry.

After The Alarm steps up next and soon forges another pinnacle for the album, its brass seared blaze and riotous stroll instant infection whipped up to greater potency by the choppy texture of riffs and the raw Reuben like contagion flying through ears for another richly inciting chorus. The track is glorious, definite final single candidate and alone a massive reason why Random Hand are going to be sorely missed; though every track upon Hit Reset spawns that feeling, Dead No Longer with its raucous thunder and Maybe It’s A Prize through its again Reuben spiced rapacity swift confirmation.

Dragging an eager body to the floor again, Pack It Up leaps and bounds into the imagination and an already lively ardour with its ska/punk ingenuity next, it too a track to whip up old and new fans alike with its busy and eventful collusion of styles and open passion.

A Clean Slate straight after is rock ‘n’ roll plain and simple, a boisterous call to arms for thoughts and bodies but a song unafraid to suddenly whip the floor from under the listener and take them through a melodic oasis of sound and tempting before entering an even more agitated and fearsome storm. It is a seriously invigorating proposition wonderfully contrasted by the addictive ska swing and rock groove of Abide which in turn makes way for more variety in the rip-roaring alternative rock/punk ‘n’ roll of Shelter As A Verb, both tracks a quick making addiction.

Closing with the no less irresistible As Loud As You Can, a song as post-hardcore as it bluesy, as punk and ska as it is old school rock ‘n’ roll, Hit Reset is a band at the height of its game, a game now sadly being put away in mothballs for a distant or possibly no further outing. Random Hand has left us with a classic though, an album which will continue to incite and excite in their absence. What a way to go!

Hit Reset is available digitally and on CD now through Bomber Music @

Pete RingMaster 05/10/2015

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Vanilla Muffins – The Drug Is Football Double 7”

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Apparently Switzerland’s Vanilla Muffins have been the undisputed Kings of Sugar Oi! for the past 25 years or so. I am not sure about you but I have no idea who else has a sound which fits that genre; well actually maybe we do as the trio from Basel create a stomping proposition which blends pop infused punk with infectious rock ‘n’ roll. It is quite simply punk ‘n’ roll but a strain which indeed has a distinctiveness singular to the band whilst providing one rousing and thoroughly enjoyable escapade.

Driven by a passion for football and their home city team, Vanilla Muffins began in the late eighties, growing in presence, songs, and stature with each passing year. Now they have five albums, eleven EPs, and numerous compilation appearances under their belt, the latest being a re-issue of their classic and highly sought after 2003 album The Drug Is Football via Rebel Sound Music. Last year saw the band return with Best Of (Triumph of Sugar Oi!) via Bandworm/Spirit of the Streets and after it the A Little Night Music / Eine Kleine Nachtmusik EP on Sunny Bastards. Both re-ignited old and indeed sparked new appetites for the band’s insatiable infectious sound, as too limited edition single Goal of the Month earlier this year. Now for a limited edition Double 7″ offering, the band itself has plucked eight of the best songs from The Drug Is Football and if like us you are new to their presence, it is a must listen.

The trio open things up with No Punk Rock In My Car, and a rally off boisterous vocals and punchy rhythms aligned to bracing riffs. Instantly it is a virulently catchy affair with sinews as gripping as the warm and inviting melodies are infectious, slavery for feet, neck muscles, and vocal chords the result. There is a feel of UK rockers Spunk Volcano and The Eruptions to the encounter, a similar old school punk meets modern devilry at riotous and irresistible play.

The following Brigade Loco is just as magnetic and inciting, the grooved coaxing from the guitar of Colin Brändle an inescapable lure within the jabbing beats of Eddie Jr and the great bass groans posing as a bassline from Ian Norris. Equally Brändle’s vocals are nothing less than rich persuasion and though there are no major surprises in the song, as throughout all tracks, everything colludes in a power pop meets punk rock tempest of boisterous and seriously invigorating goodness.

Dirt Box Disco meets Weezer is a handy description for All Roads Lead To Rome which follows, the song sitting somewhere between the two as Vanilla Muffins swing riffs and hooks like a puppeteer to again command eager hips and reckless feet. Without quite matching the first two in drawing lusty reactions, the song is an easy going protagonist to get swiftly involved with, its success nicely setting up the appetite for the brilliant 3 Comrades. Rhythmically compelling and vocally inescapable, the song is pure anthemic rebel rousing and maybe the best thing on the release, though that fluctuates between a trio of songs daily.

The title track rampages through ears next; its steely punk attitude and intensity simultaneously tempered and urged on by the ever alluring vocals and melody rich hooks which just as potently rouse the spirit and spark unavoidable participation. It is a blood pumping call backed resourcefully by The Gang From Kannenfeldpark and its nostalgic look at the young years and more carefree times and straight after by The One And Only with its Buzzcocks like nag of a hook and fuzzy Vibrators like contagion. Both songs whip up more pleasure and hunger for the thickly enjoyable punk frolics, and the wonderment as to why it has taken this long to come across the slavery of the Vanilla Muffins sound.

The Mob From Kannenfeldpark is built on similar seeds as to its predecessor with another recognisable hook the lead into a slice of rock ‘n’ roll which finds a inspiration in decades further back than that of its original birth to spice up its own tenaciously imagined rock ‘n’ roll.

As the saying goes, better late than never and it certainly applies to finally get wrapped up in the Vanilla Muffins experience, a treat no punk and rock ‘n’ roll fan should miss out on. Watching FC Basel play on TV will come with a new soundtrack and fun from now on too.

The Drug Is Football Double 7″ is available from 30th September via Rebel Sound Music on Black Vinyl (200), Red A&B Side, Blue C&D Side coloured vinyl (200), and on Half N Half Blue/Yellow vinyl (100 and only exclusive to Rebel Sound)

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Julian Grimm – Hazy

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Grabbing the listener by the scruff of the neck and taking them on a relentless charge of energy fuelled rock ‘n’ roll, the new single from Julian Grimm rousingly whets the appetite for all forthcoming offerings from the artist. Next to come is an EP called Rebirth later this year and it is fair to say that it could not have been given a better flyer than the boisterous roar of Hazy.

The musical journey of Grimm began under the Brazilian shadows of Sao Paulo skyscrapers where his first exploits came in a couple of independent punk bands. Subsequently moving to the UK and London, more punk fuelled adventures followed in a few bands before he formed Snap Out, an outfit releasing the Static and Dino Diner EPs and who played across a host of venues such as the O2 Academy and Monarch. After this things colluded to push Grimm “away into his own darkness”, the band coming to an end because of it and the man using “his time incarcerated in the shadows to rebuild himself.” Now music has had a ‘rebirth’ within him with Hazy the first, if it is a sign of things to come, stirring anthem to hit ears and emotions.

The single is, according to Grimm “about a girl that inhabits both my dreams and my nightmares. I can never be sure who she is and what she wants to do with me, but I can’t help to be incredibly attracted to her. It’s a song about raw instinctive feelings, love and hate.” It is also a proposition which takes an inventively building breath before launching into a foot to the floor, adrenaline fuelled charge with scything rhythms, crunchy riffs, and snarling attitude, but equally exudes rich melodic warmth and contagious virulence throughout which leaves the body breathless and hunger for more, greedy.

Part punk, part alternative rock, and part power pop, to slim down all its flavours, Hazy also has a familiarity which only works in its favour and a passion that cannot fail to transfer to the listener. Simply it is rock ‘n’ roll to get highly enthused over and a potent hook for the upcoming Rebirth EP where more of the same would do very nicely please.

Hazy is out now via iTunes and other online stores.

Pete RingMaster 30/09/2015

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Los Brigands – Nothing’s Clean

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We had limited knowledge of Los Brigands up to this point in time but that is about to change and for a great many others no doubt, thanks to the might of their debut album Nothing’s Clean. Co-released with Crowd Control Media, the sixteen track stomp is an incendiary brawl of punk rock in its varied forms and devilry. It is quite simply rousing undiluted rock ‘n’ roll which just hits the sweet spot and can only push the band to greedier, broader spotlights hereon in.

Hailing from Los Angeles, the trio of vocalist/bassist Aroldo, guitarist/vocalist Hector, and drummer Keith have become one of the staples of the LA punk scene since forming in 2009. Inspirations come from the depths of hardcore but as their first full-length shows, the band is unafraid to add and twists things to embrace a host of distinctive styles and flavours within their songs. Back home they are a loyally supported outfit renowned for their high energy shows and catchy incitements of sound. Now with the unleashing of the sabre like charge of Nothing’s Clean, sixteen songs in thirty four minutes, Los Brigands look set to become a name on a much broader expanse of enthused lips.

     The Haters’ Circle starts things off, the track a thickly enticing instrumental slice of psychobilly/punk which alone has body and emotions ignited and ready to feast, which they greedily do on its successor. Like Dead Kennedys meets Tiger Army, the opener brings its two minutes plus to the boil perfectly, making way for the similarly bred but hardcore driven 8 50. Hooks and rhythms are a hungry enticement whilst the vocals roar and brawl to match the addictive impact of the sound around them. For less than a minute and a half, the track incites ears and appetite, and for that same length whilst embracing familiar inspirations and essences, the punk rock passions are aflame, burning greedily for what is to follow.

losbrigandsnothingcleanalbumart_RingMaster Review   10 Times Worse is the first to step up with pulsating beats and a throbbing bassline aligned to ska bred enterprise. The song continues to swing along with infection lining its thick lures and chorus, its body an irresistible mix of UK band The Vox Dolomites and [Spunge] and leaving lips licked and a ripe want for more. The following Robbie does not provide more of the same flavour but is instead a highly agreeable Los Brigands take on Johnny B Goode which leaves rich satisfaction in its wake before the Spanish sung Algun Dia provides a Clash like stirring of ears and energy; its hard bounce another lifting the listener to feet amidst anthemic calls.

Things only get tastier as the belligerent ska brawl of Cold Cold City escapes the album next, it’s bruising attitude and prowess another spark to ignite the passions for the release with a success emulated and indeed eclipsed by the outstanding Dead American Dream. With a feisty tinge of street punk to its tempestuous swagger and defiance fuelled attitude, the song is as spiky as it is infectiously virulent whilst On The Wall straight after, dips into some raw pop punk revelry with a Rancid meets The Bouncing Souls proposition to outshine much around it as impressive though they all are.

The opening volley of beats from Keith straight away puts Downtown Nights on a pedestal to expect big things from, the swiftly rapacious riffs which swoop in not letting anyone down, or the snarling vocals and energy flooding the great confrontation. It is a raging force continuing in the excellent blaze of Fight Fire With Fire and true to form anthems come one after another within Nothing’s Clean but few incite participation as effortlessly as this excellent aggression.

As you will have guessed, variety across the album is rife and provides another colourful shade of adventure through the caustic ska romp of Broke, guitars and sax especially fruity against the growl of the vocals and the brooding bass tone cast by Aroldo. That fluid diversity creates another appealing contrast as the grouchy bellow of First 48 springs its contagious old school punk irreverence on the passions before it has to make way for Bumming Cigs and its bluesy rock ‘n’ roll canter which has all bouncing in their chairs, on their feet, and in the streets on personal experience.

Denver Ave has a feel of Russian punk rockers Biting Elbows to its more relaxed but spicy and increasingly agitated presence next, its magnetic tenacity and creative bait getting body and soul excited ready for Bad Vibes to exploit with its furious tempest of boisterous riffs alongside antagonistic rhythms, they bounding around another steely bass sound to get lusty over. It is the home straight on the album and both tracks are nothing less than impressive and addictive as they steer ears towards the finale that is Last One, a last bracing arousal of ears and enjoyment honed into a tangy and furious anthem.

Major surprises on Nothing’s Clean are not dramatic or regular but with a freshness and passion few bands can contemplate let alone match, Los Brigands has provided one of our favourite slabs of rock ‘n’ roll this year. After this the band deserves to be a big blip on all punk rock radars of fans and media alike.

Nothing’s Clean is available now through Crowd Control Media.

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