How the fuck does a band from Exeter get taken under the wing of Rocket From The Crypt legend John 'Speedo' Reis and flown over to his house in San Diego to record their debut album?

Well, I'll tell you how this band from Exeter did it and that's because Speedo is a hip dude who knows where it's at and and could obviously see that The Computers are the real deal. Having seen them live and bought last year's EP I was hoping this album was gonna live up to expectations but getting Mr RFTC involved turned that expectancy up a notch or two. The sound of hardcore mixed with garage rock 'n' roll and everything in between is a winner and gets the pulse racing. More importantly The Computers have got to have the songs to walk the walk and obviously someone who brought us Hot Snakes, RFTC, Night Marchers and the Sultans knows this band might well be the real deal because he also walks the walk; anyway enough about Reis, this is about The Computers.

'Where Do I Fit In?' blasts through the silence like a mofo and instantly you can see why Reis wanted to get involved in such an exciting band. 'Lovers, Lovers, Lovers' steams in whilst 'Blood Is Thicker' changes gear (ever so briefly, mind) and has that spastic jitter that brought the Hives and RFTC their fame, but this is a honed and harnessed beast albeit with the throat bleeding vocals that see bands like Gallows on the cover of magazines for months on end.

There is no respite throughout the eleven tracks on offer, it is a full aural assault on the listener and if this doesn't excite you then I'd check your pulse or get your local A & E on speed dial as you might just be dead or dying. The passion and excitement shines through like a beacon in the fog and, with an average of two minutes per song, there's no time for gimmicks or flash fucking about - this goes for the throat and like a bear it will give you a right mauling.

Give into the sounds and let the music do the talking, it's a beautiful thing when in full flight. 'Cinco De Mayo' indeed sounds like one hell of a celebration; breathtaking stuff. Having toured with The Jim Jones Revue, 'Rhythm Revue' has elements of the old rock 'n' roll with a well worn, tried and tested lick or two but with that brutal punk rock backbone superbly laid down by the rhythm section that sets it aside, slightly left of centre; not traditional rock 'n' roll not trad punk but a mixture of several styles. 'Group Identity' has a more melodic tempo and a great chant along chorus that'll get the listener punching the air with satisfaction. 'Music Is Dead' might close the album but fuck me o' Reilly this is stonking stuff.

When I got to the end I was a little disappointed to be honest, not in the music but in the fact it had finished and I had to get up to press play on the old stereo again and revel in what is a fantastic collection of music; written and performed by four lads from a town like yours and mine. It is what it is, no clever overdubs just pure unadulterated punked up, fucked up, fuck you rock 'n' roll of the highest quality. Absolute Class!

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