“I’m ready for anything
Like the white album or cheap cocaine
And next week I’ll probably start working out...” – ‘I’m Trying’

Swiss punkabilly party-harders The Peacocks all collected neat, nice, and as prim n’ proper as possible, mixing the best with some rarities, so doing exactly what it says on the tin. They can possibilly be passed off as too skate/pop punk for ‘Billy purists but that should just be water off a ducks arse to most people. Doubters should take a bath and wipe the pomade out of their ears. Scepticisms about any possible lightweight-ness can be stomped on by the sheer delightful powder rush of ‘Want It Now’, ‘For You’ and ‘I’m Not Around’ showing that touring around from the Swiss valleys to every vanishing point still visible can only add to their sarcastic and askance look at the world. Cutting this with their pop-anthemic edge coming from The Clash and moreso Generation X rather than The Offspring makes it a potent ‘pit pounding force that stomps around your serotonin level, scrambling it about like a new type of designer drug nicknamed Stormin’ Norman has been approved by The Geneva Convention.  __________________________________________________

- Stu Gibson