In all the world, in all of history, in all the millions of songs available to everyone one click away, there is nothing so simple and effective and brutal as a three-piece with a few chords, no speed limit, and the hump. Skinpin know this. Tonight they batter their way through about a million songs in thirty minutes and cover precisely two moods - really fucking cross and really fucking happy. This is the music that you should get out of bed to every day, the soundtrack to every dumb indignity and sense of indignation you ever have, the release of all your anger and vitriol and pent-up BWAAARGH condensed into two minute chunks and played at speeds so fast it cracks windows. SG guitar pointiness, basses worn so low you could stub a toe and drums - holy wow, this drummer! - that just stand on your head and claw your eyes out.