By Monk
Unlike the wannabe politicians who failed miserably to show their ugly mugs on our doorstep during this past month’s elections, when a new album from Dirt Box Disco lands on the welcome mat at ÜRHQ we know exactly what to expect – and that is pure, honest, angry, in your face no fucks given, or taken, punk ‘n’ brawl mayhem. And, once again, they have delivered on that promise, in fucking spade loads with this, their ninth full-length collection of middle finger raising anthemic ‘bangers for the disenfranchised and disillusioned generations who love and adore every word of their manifesto.
‘Rokapokalips’ is exactly what you would expect from the now permanently Spunk Volcano-fronted glunksters: ten tracks of energetic, no nonsense, straight ahead glunk ‘n’ roll with the emphasis on having good old-fashioned inane fun while delivering catchier than C-19 riffs and melodies – and, of course choruses that have you singing along within seconds of first hearing them, as evinced by the angst-ridden, rambunctious opener ‘#Bollocks’, which races out of the speakers with the fury of a Ferrari with a tank of nitroglycerin under its bonnet, grabs you by the throat and then rams your teeth so far down your throat you’ll be sticking a toothbrush up your arse for the foreseeable future (or until you can get an appointment with a dentist who specializes in proctology, whichever comes first…).
The title track sees DBD continuing in their characteristic mien, with the sort of anarchic punk rock ‘banger that will have you smashing up the dancefloor with your hobnailed boots, while the tale of ‘Cinderella’s Motorhead Tattoo’ will have you smashing down the walls. Why would we want to ‘Kill The Music’ when all it wants to do is make us dance (sorry, you’ll just have to listen to album to get some of these in(s)ane references), and prove that we don’t go without this sort of musical in(s)anity. So, swallow some of those ‘Happy Pills’, sign up to serve the ‘Land Of Hope And Glory’, behave like a ‘Spoilt Brat’, as we scream ‘Up The Dirtbox’ loud ‘n’ proud… and, hey, we’re not gonna take any shit from you, so if you don’t be part of this particular punk rock party then you know where the door is, and don’t let it hit you in the ass on the way out \m/
But, hold on there soldier, there’s more to come, as, in the best DBD tradition, there’s a surprise trip down the rabbit hole buried right at the very end (well, more than a minute after the last note of what has gone before) with a “secret” track: an acoustic reprise, if you will. You know guys, it’s your party and you’re in control: we’re just here for the booze and the craic 😉
As with each and each and every one of their previous (in)glorious offerings, DBD deliver exactly what we would expect: the riffs, the hooks, the melodies, the choruses – and, of course, the pure angst-fuelled, snot-ridden energy – come tumbling from the speakers with carefree abandon, as these unrepentant (s)punks prove once again that they are four of the ultimate rock ‘n’ roll party animals, carrying on a fine British tradition of producing world-beating power pop bands who never fail to consistently deliver on every level. The result is yet another glitter-wrapped ball of shit-encrusted punk rock fury dressed up in its best suit and ready to rip it up in its favourite back alley bar. Compulsive stuff.
- ‘Rokapokalips‘ is released on 21 July.
- Dirt Box Disco play The Old Cold Store in Nottingham on Saturday 17 June and the Rebellion festival in Blackpool on Friday 4 August.
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