They’ve shied away from the Bon Jovi in kilt and combat boots that plagued Oot and Aboot. Come a long way t’wards becoming the Scottish Dropkick Murphys.
Go back to the thirty-second song, then find your own identity. The Rydells’ Jimmy, Denny, and Billy write short enough songs, but repeat them into annoyance.
Oi, street punk, hardcore, and dub. Sure to draw comparisons to The Clash’ masterwreck, Sandinista!, but The Boils offer a comprehensive and cohesive epic.
It’s cute, funny, retro new wave that still has respect for itself and the audience. The vocalists each have a specialty, and jump in when their time comes.
Top-notch, rip-snorting, fire-farting punk. Inventive guitar work, nice low-end diddling from the bass, and tight-ass drumming that may save a life some day.