The saxophone makes this album. It gives a new dimension to the punk sound. There's elements of a glam hangover - no bad thing either. It was fun in places, but then got a little repetitive towards the end. I like the Stockwell tube station namecheck.
As an old punk I feel obliged to love this. But I don't. The lyrics are fun, unique and ahead of the curve, but I find the backing a bit lumpen / obvious, and it's generally too ploddy for me. The heart is clearly in the right place, but I do feel like I want more light and shade in the music than this provides. Maybe I have just heard the ''hits' too many times (I Can't Do Anything was the standout for me this time), but this is not a classic, for me.