Here we have an­oth­er kick­ass, kin­da old­school aus­tralian garage punk ar­ti­fact con­jured up by some folks who un­ques­tion­ably know their craft. On vo­cal du­ties we got none oth­er than the great Jack­son Reid Brig­gs who, free of the temp­ta­tions of gui­tars and ped­als and shit, sounds kin­da re­vi­tal­ized here, un­leash­ing a more nu­anced per­for­mance than what we’ve been used to, while the rest of the line-up does by no means con­sist of un­known faces ei­ther, boast­ing mem­bers of Stiff Richards and Speed Week, among oth­ers. Cap­ti­vat­ing through sim­ple but well-bal­anced songcraft and an un­stop­pable dri­ve, this shit sounds in­stant­ly fa­mil­iar yet comes across play­ful and ver­sa­tile enough to clear­ly dif­fer­en­ti­ate these songs from any of the afore­men­tioned groups.