Bucking the trend for reformations being fatuous, pointless excursions to flag up the pension fund The Stupids, despite their name, return after two decades with a fresh and vital album of thunderchunder punk arguably better than any of their earlier albums Violent Nun, Peruvian Vacation and Retard Picnic (reissued last year http://www.sleazegrinder.com/CDreviewsSept08.htm ). Armed to the rotten teeth with song titles the Hard-Ons would fall wanking to the floor over - Drumshop Arsehole, Remember Me Dismember You, Beach Dick - this is fast as a rabbit fuckaroo hardcore with tunefulness seeping out of at least one slimy, crust encumbered orifice. Disingenuously inane, to steal a line from current sub one minute thirty second serenaders Revenge Of The Psychotronic Man this is 'Lighning fast punk rock played by idiots'. Their song title Get Pissed, Talk Shit, Dance Like An Idiot would also fit snugly into this. The kids better bloody had like it, never has there been a more apt time to restart the battle cry get what you're given.