What the ti­tle promis­es, this record de­liv­ers. Dance­able shit? You bet! An­ar­chist mes­sages? Tons of those get pro­claimed here in such den­si­ty you re­al­ly can't miss or ig­nore them. Mu­si­cal­ly, this is not ex­act­ly some­thing you'd as­so­ciate with an­ar­cho punk, al­though this stuff clear­ly has much of the same spir­it. This is in­fec­touis post punk with a punchy post­core edge which, de­spite its dance­floor ef­fec­tive­ness, al­so suc­ceeds in the noise de­part­ment, show­ing no fear of wak­ing up the neigh­bors. This, and their ex­plic­it­ly po­lit­i­cal lyrics seper­ate them quite a bit from last decade's short-lived dance punk ex­plo­sion. In­stead of New York cool you get an ap­pro­pri­ate­ly blunt and dis­tinct­ly british sense of ur­gency, even as they seem to share many of the same in­flu­ences. Gang Of Four, ob­vi­ous­ly, as well as Min­ute­men, mid- to late eight­ies Mem­branes, The Pop Group. And in the present, com­par­ing them to Tics, Pill, Slumb Par­ty, Spe­cial In­ter­est or UZS wouldn't be too far off.

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