Taking note from their number one Australian debut in 1998, the ARIA awards, and spots on , grow up, but continue to rampage on with their rowdy punkabilly on . Not entirely relying on the spirit of 1977 punk rock, their sophomore effort pulls toward their Aussie rock roots ( ) and a touch of British class for an eager modification, and it's a smart move. The trio's momentous energy remains the same, and the fever exuded through spiraling guitar cuts and rebellious lyrical chants illustrates 's pinch-hitting desire to make their punk-oriented sound less commercial, less kitschy, and more stripped. Frontman/guitarist is vocally sharp, the spunk and snarl on songs like and are lyrically tighter, consciously aware and almost wishful. don't hold back, but explore musical chaos for a tangled hybrid of sounds. Elements of Oi! and ska placates the post-pubescent attitude found on the band's eponymous debut, and the band looks beyond the simplicity of most three-cord riffs. The souped-up could have been a song, humorously tapping into the softer side of , while tailoring toward the Ritalin-reliant spool of pop kids. has the same effect, and 's upright bass and 's thunderous percussion takes shape as 's rambunctious staple song. The majority of the album is slightly that way, the whole battle cry and infliction of defeat is old-school regardless of striving for such raw power and self-independence. It's far more fashionable than 's typical quick rants. ~ MacKenzie Wilson