Title: A killer album by Australia's greatest punk band
Product review: So, uh, if you thought the first Saint's album was cool, then check your pacemaker at the door before you put this one on the stereo. Ace bunny killer. An absolute classic of relentless and unceasingly catchy guitar rock. While the lyrics are comparatively highbrow, Chris Bailey's vocals are practically feral -- combined with Ed Kuepper's crushingly powerful guitars and a set of LOUD, LOUD speakers, and you've got a record to reckon with. At this point Bailey and Kuepper seem telepathically entwined; when they later had an inevitable falling out over artistic differences (or whatever...), the band went soft and postpunk, and while that stuff ain't bad, this record is amazing. One of the few seminal punk albums that still holds up when you're all grown up.
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