A third helping of dirty scuzz-rock from the Toronto fivesome, as this self-titled album provides more of the same kick-arse enthusiasm for all things rawk as its predecessors. This is the first of their records to be released in the UK, and they couldn’t have picked a better time to unleash it; Britain being the home of rock, and being particularly partial to it right now. This is a band who like to take the piss out of themselves, which can only be admired and encouraged, but there’s no doubt as to their dedication to the music they love, with eardrum-tearing riffs shredding through everything in sight, and the necessary manic vocalist who yells over the musical backdrop as if he’s just hijacked the studio and forced the band at gunpoint to let him sing on their record. Fucking fantastic.