This is perfection? No way, it’s a thoroughly unsatisfying debut album from CHARGE. And sneaky, too. First, they put out a brace of punk 45s and then lure everyone into buying a long-player’s worth of very different material. Herein lies rhythmic music with annoyingly precious vocals that should be placed somewhere between post-punk and experimental punk, the closest comparisons being UK DECAY, THEATRE OF HATE, and (gasp!) ADAM & THE ANTS. These guys have played punk rock like “Gasman” here since ’78, so they’re entitled to change styles if they want to. On the other hand, we don’t have to keep listening to them.