The third EP from Perth’s Bikini Cops is a doozey – as well you might expect. Didn’t you know all the best punk hails from Australia these days? Sounds like they take as much influence from Black Flag and Circle Jerks as their countrymen The Saints and The Scientists, which is one helluva recipe for a potent (Molotov) cocktail. This snarls and swings and punches and piledrives and grunts and grooves with the best of ‘em. If you ever forget why you got into this whole punk marlarkey to begin with, this is a surefire way to remind yourself of its loose-hipped, curled-lipped charms. Basically, I wish I had a penny for every time some dude tried to tell me that punk these days ain’t nuthin’ but commercialised, sanitised crap (‘house’ on your bingo card if they mention Hot Topic, especially if you suspect they don’t really know what Hot Topic is) - cuz Bikini Cops make me wanna shove alla those pennies forcibly underneath their fingernails while screaming the chorus to Stupid System in their face. I’m too nice a guy to do that really, of course, so instead I’ll just stick Three on my turntable and pogo round the house ‘til all the bones in my feet have shattered. It’s the only rational way to deal with music this good. Will Fitzpatrick.