Street Punk Pathetique is alive and well in the form of Hung Like Hanratty who sway into town singing songs about ambulance chasers, Hollywood sexual deviants and blue badge terrorists. Opening track ‘Clampit Town’ is cut from the same cloth as former label stablemates Dirt Box Disco as the sing-a-long 1-2-3-4 chorus is married with a Rock friendly backbone and some straight outta the off-licence lyrics. The erupting duo of ‘Lawyers For You’ and ‘Disabled Parking’ are both eclipsed by the pillow biting ‘Harvey Weinstein’ which features the Grange Hill chorus of “Harvey Weinstein fingered my bottom, woohoo ohoo”, speechless. The ‘Stop Playing with Yourself’ title speaks for itself while ‘Shut My (Fucking) Gate’ evokes memories of simpler albeit more violent and shouty time. A Metallica-esque intro on ‘Evil Clown’ morphs into a tune that mixes The Adicts, Spunk Volcano and (a Punky) Playschool. ‘Keep Your Cat Off My Garden’, ‘Taxi Driver’ and a middle class kneecapping ‘Ten Bob Millionaire’ keep the shin kick hits a coming. ‘Mr Boring’ and title track ‘What You See Is What You Get’ complete this Wasp in my cider release but not before a fart breaks through the speakers disguised as an extra track. Hung Like Hanratty provide sweary, vulgar, Poptastic Punk for the entire family. Musically ‘What You See Is What You Get’ is a bit like giving a male tourette’s sufferer speed and then getting him to wash it down with a pint of snakebite, before he reads out Sunday Sport headlines dressed as a clown, at a children’s birthday party.
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
S.T.P Records
8/10