Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other (Fat)
By Tim Den
I love Snuff. I love everything about them. I love the way they make the worst album art in the world (supposedly, when the band were asked to produce something for the inside of Reach, they emptied the contents of their pockets onto a photocopier), the way they banter on stage, the way they cover TV commercials and mainstream pop hits, the way they purposely talk bullshit nonsense through all liner notes and “band history” (the inside booklet of Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other has a “family tree” that includes – at one point or another – NOFX, Mel C, and Donald Sutherland), their overall cheekiness about everything. But most of all, I love their music. An undeniable blend of Oi!, The Damned, Motown, and Two-Tone, Snuff wrote songs you could sing along to, dance along to, and mosh to. Instantly infectious, never-endingly energetic. In a perfect universe, Snuff and all their cohorts/off-shoots – Leatherface, Hot Water Music, Dogpiss, Southport, Guns N’ Wankers, Goober Patrol – should be the names 14-year-olds hang on their mall-pierced lips.
Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other: Two discs; all of the hits plus b-sides, rare tracks, and newbies. This should be your punk rock handbook.