Punter hail from Melbourne and their brand of noise is thrillingly intense. They describe themselves as 'a hardcore band described as a rock band', and it's difficult not to fall in love with a statement like that, especially when it so accurately describes their slalom between all-out axe heroics and to-the-point, in-yer-face-and-then-some punk ferocity. From the intro track's snarkily deployed job centre answerphone message ("Just say, 'in Australia, my voice identifies me'"), we're catapulted straight into the wholly-inaccurately-titled A Minute's Silence, which rages like Motörhead gargling bleach in the middle of a circle pit. This is likely the moment where you'll know that your new favourite band is here, and they're absolutely tearing it up. Thrill! To the anthemic hooks and glorious mob shoutalong of Retirement Simulator. Spill! To the guitars piling up like wrecks at a demolition derby on Curfew Eternal. Be fulfilled! By the joy of a very brilliant band being very brilliant at you. This record pulls from a similar formula to their citymates Stiff Richards, but with the ingredients thoroughly fucked about and the proportions changed to the point that any resemblance is minimal at best. By the time the sunny 'ooohs' of A Year's Silence get you thinking of proto-punk UK pub rock, you'll be ready for more power chords propelled by even more diamond-hard energy - Punter offer all this by the bucketload. Get involved, friends. Get the fuck involved right now.