This is real filthy, filthy ska—worlds away from the post-2-Tone UK radio fluff and unrecognisable to american teen pop-punk skaters and I’m glad. Ska should always have options on that rough and angry fighting from the gutter feel to it found here. It’s not nice and it’s not pretty, it’s as if a 60s Jamaica band have ran through a sewer full of 70s UK punk avoiding the softening influences of other ska incarnations through the years and you’ll be lucky to escape this without a bloody fight. Angry dancing stuff & I love it.
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