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"The punk documentarian and DJ Don Letts once made a pertinent observation about rock and pop groups. “The truth of the matter,” he said, “is that most bands, from when they kick off to when they end, [have] a seven or eight year lifespan… And of course there are exceptions, but one could argue that they too had their best period in the first seven or eight years.” The extent to which this holds true is remarkable, particularly when applied to the second part of Letts’ theory. It’s true for Black Sabbath. It’s true for AC/DC. It’s true for Van Halen. It’s true for Weezer, Rancid and the Ramones. But it ain’t true for The Bronx.

Eighteen years since the release of their artfully anarchic self-titled debut album, the LA group are as electric and essential as ever they were. The Bronx VI – their sixth studio album, if you haven’t guessed – is not so much a collection of songs as a high-speed midnight joyride in a stolen car on the Santa Monica Freeway. The brakes are shot and so are the headlights. The driver’s eyes are awful bloodshot. The cops are in hot pursuit. 'I’m not out looking for an answer, I’m not looking for a cure / She said she used to be a dancer, and the rest is a blur,' sings Matt Caughthran on the propulsive Watering The Well. You get the picture, right? A punk rock band with rock’n’roll chops, such is the relentless joie de vivre – or is it bloodlust? – of The Bronx’s latest 11 songs that by the end of the album chances are you’ll be exhausted. They are merciless." - Kerrang