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COSMIC PSYCHOS - I Really Like Beer LP

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Unbelievable! Cosmic Psychos return with a stunning confession: "I Really Like Beer"! Over 40 years of silly-smart punk rock continue with a brand-new "concept album" about beer, even though every previous album by the guys was also, in some way, a concept album about beer. The beer fathers of Australian punk sound like the Ramones fronted by Crocodile Hunter and write songs in an unmistakably Down Under style about drinking, brawling, roadkill, and having the time of your life. The guys' hard-hitting approach to punk has proven lasting, influencing many others, from L7 and The Meanies to The Chats and Amyl & The Sniffers. The raucous punk trio was originally formed in Melbourne around 1985 by Bill Walsh, Peter Jones, and Ross Knight. Robbie Watts replaced Jones on guitar in 1990/91, and after a brief hiatus, the Psychos returned to the studio in 2005 to record a new album, with new drummer Dean Muller (ex-Voodoo Lust) replacing Bill Walsh. After the shock of Robbie Watts' tragic loss in 2006, the option of putting "Cosmic Psychos" to rest was mooted. But Knight was overwhelmed by the grief and support of the fans, so with the full support of Robbie's children, he decided that more beer was needed. John McKeering (of The Onyas) had been friends with the band for some time and was selected to play guitar with Knight & Muller from that point onward in late 2006. With a legendary debut EP, nearly a dozen studio albums, a handful of live albums, and a fan-funded documentary featuring a fairly prominent cast from the alternative scene, the blokes you can trust once again deliver 12 new tracks of straightforward, beer-soaked punk rock for fans of Celibate Rifles, Radio Birdman, the early Saints, the mid-period Ramones, Hard-Ons, C.O.F.F.I.N., and Stiff Richards. The new album is classic Psychos Australian punk rock, as raw, loud, and gloriously stupid as ever—with occasional life lessons hidden beneath a pile of riffs.