It's easy to hate nu sckool punk because every track on the album always tends to sound the same and sometimes, if you pick a CD player that plays continuously, you never know when the album has started again. Once, back when I was a real journalist I was in this Italian restaurant doing a review and they had a record (a vinyl one) on and it had this little scratch that would make it skip and play a 15 second section of this one song and nobody seemed to notice except me because it was a mix so flawless even Norman Cook would have been proud, so for an hour and a half I had to put up with some Italian guy and an accordion singing 'It's Amore' over and over again. But you couldn't really say anything because they were trying really hard to be good, like you do when the landlord comes around for an inspection:

Why of course the kitchen is always this kleen

No we haven't moved the couch to cover the stain on the carpet, we just prefer looking at the toilet than the TV, it's an in-house protest against the commercialisation of advertising.

What, A Swedish backpacker hiding under the bed? Don't be silly, it's just my girlfriend's blow up doll 'Sven 2000'  his life-size and life-like body will drive you wild.

'What's that on the stereo? It's Bodyjar, the album is better than anything Blink 182 ever did. No Seriously. No we don't have any Neil Diamond.

And that's how it would go. Not that there's anything wrong with Neil Diamond.

I first heard Plastic Skies when I was cooking dinner. I was listening to the radio, one of those tiny little ones with one speaker, and they were talking about some new albums, and then they did an interview with Bodyjar and played three or four songs of their new album Plastic Skies and I was completely blown away. I'm a person who though 'Take off your pants and Jacket was the best album title ever, and I love Blink 182, but this is just so much better. If it sounds awesome through a shitty little mono radio, imagine how good it sounds through a real Hi-Fi pro logics systems subwoofa.

Sik bro.

'One in a Million' is the single that was played on the radio, probably mostly in Australia, and it's a stand out track, but every three-odd minutes of music on this album is worth the three odd minutes of your life it takes to listen to. This isn't an album album like albums used to be, where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and you have to listen to everything 50 times to understand the depth of the emotion  this is 12 shiny, lazer-induced centimetres worth of loud guitar parts, break-neck speed drumming, gratuitous language, beach-boy proud harmonies, yes, and enough fucking angst and joy mixed together to keep a teenage boy happy well into his mid to late thirties. And there's a whole pile of melody too. Melody. I'd forgotten what that was. It's a punk band and the lead singer's voice is good: how 'bout them apples.

There's even a duet with Adalita from Magic Dirt. A duet for fuck's sake. Who'd a thunk it But it's so good. The whole album is so good. If you've ever had a beer: If you've ever been driving late at night: If you've ever been in love with the wrong boy/girl: If you've ever wanted to not make a difference: If you've ever played guitar and been in love, then you must buy this album. It's so good. And I don't even really like punk. This is so good.