This is an album without a trace of pretension, or inhibition for that matter. From the outset, Bertie Page Clinic revel in both their volume and their nudity, sticking it to 'the man' with the record's eponymous track among other lyrical jabs interspersed throughout. The vocals are raw and at times warbling, while instruments seem to be thrown together with an angry musicality that somehow works. One Swan Pond is a fierce diatribe about fakers, Smoko Oh No is a semi-erotic workplace encounter and Shoe Song is, well, pretty self-explanatory. It all contributes to a genuinely refreshing, albeit unpolished, listen.
