Album Review: Rum Lad - "Chat Shit, Get Banged"

 

After first coming to our attention with last year's excellent Punk AF album, it's sad to report that Chat Shit Get Banged will be the last Rum Lad album. And at 19 tracks and over an hour in length, it's pretty clear that the Nottingham noisemonger is intent on clearing out the decks on his way out.

The surprise given the dark nature of a lot of the Punk AF album is that opener Football actually has a bit of a sense of humour to it and could easily have sat on the underrated All You Need Is Ndlovu album by Armchair Loyal from last year. And it rhymes "Carlton Palmer" with "Valderama" which is always a plus with me. However, All Rise quickly heads into more serious territory, a rabble-rousing call to arms for the downtrodden in society to rise up against their corrupt overlords.

As with Punk AF, there's a lot of anger here as the likes of Boy Racer and Forgotten Ones' cautionary tale of the consequences of going too far down the wrong road demonstrate while Fight Fight Fight, My Girlfriend's A Tory, Sir War Crimes and Politics People deliver the political venom in an appropriately brutal payload while Taste and the thunderous closer Underdog see Rum Lad upping the ferocity to almost Motorhead levels. The only slight negative is that at the length of this album, it'll probably be one that you need to work through in two listens but the sheer venom in here certainly ensures that this'll be more through needing to get your breath back than being bored.

It's a shame that this is going to be Rum Lad's swansong but he's definitely gone out with a bang as Chat Shit Get Banged is a good reminder of everything that made his music stand out to begin with - a furious howl at the ever-worsening state of this septic isle. We'll miss him.

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