Refreshingly honest and punchy to a fault, The Big One's gritty and catchy songs suit to lift up those railing against convention—the wage slaves, the back-alley brawlers, the riotous punks and the lovers of anything loud. Dumb Punts aren't here to terrorise; they just wanted to blast out the cobwebs and bullshit through pure (albeit noisy) expression. Ain't nothing to fault with that. The Big One is a fine addition to Australia's garage and pub rock lineage, proof that good things never die.
Less thuggish and belligerent and more irreverent and malleable by nature, The Big One catches the Punts at a crucial juncture, where diesel-powered riffs and snotty choruses are melded with lyrical scrutiny and an overall sonic spit-shine. This churning collection of quick-hitting jams has been imbued with enough mongrelised energy to sway even the most stone-footed individuals towards a hearty stomp, but with each fist pump comes a wink and a nod to what lies underneath.
Up the Punts!