“We used to splash around in puddles, You liked to smother me in gravy…” – ‘Oh Yeah!’

PLY as ever picking up the pieces of punks recent past and plastering it where it can pout and preen like a particularly extrovert pervert - which is round your place, in your face, picking fetishes of the floor of a dirty trailer and making you realise that that’s the way you want it too. A couple of blocks off running down classico avenue butt naked but more than worth the purchase alone for ‘Lifetime Problems’, a whole 2 minutes 30 of sass, suss, sleaze, sin, bone-shaking assault and battery sex between consentingly crazy bovines and rump-rotting throat torturing tribal rock raw-fare, only matched in the attitude and bollock-bottling bar-room by the exhilaratingly insane ‘Baby Bird Shuffle’ and ‘Cave Woman’. Opening with ‘Mick’s Bitch’ outlining the eternal trials of trench rock rioters worldwide the Stiff Ones succeed in staying so through sheer strutting swagger and the front-dame’s jump-started Joan Jett personality where lesser furious forces would just submerge in the quicksand sub-grunge punk spluttering that the songs wallow in a little too much. ‘Situation’ plucks positives from the shitstreams of strife and the Runaway biker-boogie riot rawk of ‘Oh Yeah!’ and the fucked-up fun time fuel-intestined lurch of The Dictators ‘Baby Let’s Twist’ raises the temperature enough to tip the thermometer to tempting, toxic levels. Excepting ‘Women Should Be Wilder’ the extra tracks aren’t exactly essential but Ms Terri is moreso nowadays as a proper regal Rock’n’Roller in the face of join-the-dot Hollywood jokers. 
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- Stu Gibson