‘The truth has been obscured, So that we can feel secure, But the pressure’s gonna blow the lid, Billion dollar crimes, But who’s gonna serve the time’ (You Who Sucks The Rind)

Class return with their third full-length and follow-up to last year’s If You’ve Got Nothing.  And they continue to refine a sound that unashamedly draws its inspiration from late 1970s’ punk.  All of the Tucson’s bands hallmarks – layered harmonies, driving melodies, and catchy choruses – are firmly in place and delivered with customary gusto.  And, as ever, it is the dextrous quality of the songwriting itself that fuses these elements so effectively together to deliver a rollicking ride that belies its first glance simplicity.

The saxophone fuelled Bepop With The Rats, the deceptively infectious Not An Idiot, and the raucous closer You Who Sucks The Rind hit home with particular vigour.  Lyrically, tales of everyday life explore the perverse drivers of our economic system, as well our willingness to stick our heads in the sand, form the defining theme.  Class, however, also find time to pay homage to their influences on The Hits Are Here To Stay and on a cover version of Amory Building from the sole 1979 EP of Exeter punks, The Scabs.