Still sound like a one-band Nuggets compilation. No rock operas or introspective acoustic doodles, just fun, fun, fun ’til Daddy takes the Far-fisa away.
Vocals are strong and expressive, the lyrics depict tales of heartache, blind drunk stumbling, and smoking cigarettes. The guitarist tosses in sweet soloing.
Bagpipes, kilts, booze and junk rock. How can you not grab a brew, lock arms with your mates and belt out these drunk rock anthems at the top of your lungs?