With their debut album, , Melbourne, Australia's add their name to a long list of Aussie and non-Aussie bands earnestly beholden to godfathers . Although good timing may be on their side because, inevitable charges of cloning notwithstanding, there's arguably never been a greater need for fresh blood like to come along and revive this hallowed form of basic, pub-born, . After all, 2007 marks the seventh anniversary (or, more appropriately, the seven year itch) since delivered a studio album of their own, and that was the career lowlight , containing one great single and a lot of filler. So when compounded with 's natural, no-fuss songwriting instincts, even the most cynical of fans will likely be happy to put their suspicions aside, and simply enjoy the ride for what it's worth. And what it's worth, dear friends, is classic gold (if not platinum) epitomized by blue collar, straightforward, pint-lifting anthems like the title track, and the rousing introduction of "Stand Up for Rock & Roll." Interestingly, along with instrumentally spare, mid-paced offerings such as and even first single 's overall aesthetic draws as much from -era as the more commonly emulated -- and perhaps this too is what helps to distinguish them from their more hopelessly indebted predecessors (hello, !). In any case, the biting attack brought to bear by lead shrieker and guitarist and his crew rarely falls short of electrifying results, but there's obviously an incrementally spine-tingling energy to be found in the album's faster-paced, hard-driving offerings such as and the aforementioned title track. Finally, those still refusing to overlook the band's -isms and focus on the songs are challenged to keep a smile off their faces during which, like the rest of reminds us that it's really sort of stupid (and pointless) to resist the uplifting power of , and therefore themselves. 'Nuff said -- sometimes surprise is overrated -- let's rock! ~ Eduardo Rivadavia