Eddy and the T-Bolts have been hanging around the Glasgow punk scene like a dirty smell for what feels like an eternity.
You pick a venue and they've played it, you mention a band and they've played with them.
While the world moves on around them they have remained rooted to the spot and stubbornly refused to die.
Outliving venues, trends and other bands they kept their heads down, turned the amps up to eleven and relentlessly rolled out the rock, and the roll.
Now here they are with a debut full length album that's delivered on all their unspoken promises.
It's the Ramones, it's Kiss, its the Grease soundtrack, it's a middle fingered salute to the doubters and it rocks like a motherfucker.
It's punk, it's rock, it's silly, its fun and it's damn good.
Virtually every song has a singalong chorus that will turn any gig into a party.
I fully expected it to be good, but they've easily outstripped my expectations.
Now that this is out it's time for them to take it on the road.
Get out there and spread the gospel according to the T-Birds.
I'm sure there are people everywhere living drab monochrome lives that need this album and this band to lift them up out of the mundane and give them a fix of joyous let it all hang out not give a fuckery.
Change your day for a fiver. Go on punk. Make their day.