Do you know what happens when you combine the ferocity of GBH circa 1982, Inflammable Material era Stiff Little Fingers, and the melodic energy of early Lagwagon and Face To Face? You don’t? Would you like to know? Of course you do, that’s why you’re here, and the answer is… Drum roll, please, maestro… Wait for it, wait for it… You guessed it, Kicked In The Teeth

The band with the most apt name in punk rock, as their high-velocity punk rock is like being repeatedly beaten about the head by a sock filled with instantly memorable sing-along anthems that’ll leave a gap-toothed mile-wide grin on the face of even the most cynical, jaded old scenesters, have somehow made it album number three without yours truly even knowing that they were a blip on the punk rock radar. 

And if I were still the same dialed-in, on-the-ball hip and happening version of myself that I used to be, or if I cared what anyone else thought of me, I’d be thoroughly ashamed of myself. But as I’m not, and I really couldn’t give a monkey’s about the whole he said she said scene back and forth, I’m not even a little abashed. 

What I do care about, though, is how bloody good Watling Street Chambers is from beginning to end, and if you’re the savvy scene smart punk rockers that I think, and hope, you are then you need to do the pre-order thing, tune into one of the best melodic punk records you’ll hear this, or any other, year and make sure that good things happen to, and for, good bands.  Tim Cundle

Get your indentured to the banks for all eternity cards out and order Watling Street Chambers here 

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