A traditional punk album with an industrial cherry on top. I mean... it's mostly a guilty pleasure, especially if you compare them with the old albums by Skold and some of the newer ones which are mostly good. If you are sophisticated it will seem to you as unbearably tabloid, predictable, unnecessarily rude at the beginning (in terms of the lyrics), but once you place it on the appropriate scales, you can see a certain charm in this, even a nostalgic element of a long-forgotten irreconcilable masculinity, so to speak. Caustic motives of self-affirmation here quickly flow into harmless street boy's wisdom and then to the anarchy promised in the title, though domestic of course. The guitar parts are consistently skillful. Individual tracks, even though there are about two or three of that type, can surprise a little bit - whether it's "The Hunger" with it's country rock aesthetics (probably the most beautiful guitar part in Tim's career) or the unexpectedly melancholic ending in the final "What You See Is What You Get".