Part of 2002’s scuzzy punk uprising against the soporific rock of Coldplay et al (alongside McLusky, Ikara Colt, 80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster), gobby Welsh yelpers TMHR’s debut arrives just as The Libertines and Razorlight have filtered such ragged energy through great tunes and into the charts. It makes the Rifles’ supercharged snot’n’roll rebel yell sound dated before its time. Still, there’s fire in it, from the Clinic electro-rumble of “Showman” to the brimstone bellowing of, well, everything else. Good news for fans of no tunes.