On their Bandcamp page, A Bunch Of Jerks describe themselves thus: “A Bunch of Jerks – Now with instruments!” They add to this on their social media, like this: “The Rodney Dangerfield of Boston Rock”.

Now, I am like anyone else in the UK, I first became aware of Rodney from The Simpsons (culturally highbrow I am not), but some of his one liners are the greatest of all time.

I give you these three: “My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.”

“I looked up my family tree and found three dogs using it.”

And my personal favourite: “I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous – everyone hasn’t met me yet.”

If you consider that my personal tribute to Rodney, then we can consider “Tribute” as A Bunk Of Jerks homage to the sounds that made them.

Two originals and a cover over nine minutes of scrappy, drunken, potty mouthed punk rock, It begins with one of the self penned ones. The first 45 seconds, actually will tell you whether you will dig this or not: The sound of the 70s, and the suggestion that they might well have been sniffing glue all day. It tells the tale of a boozy night out. By the third verse Stabby, the singer (who also claims she’s a gator wrestling champion) is opining “I am somehow naked sitting on the stairs….hey where are my clothes….”

She doesn’t sound too sorry, either.

Thing is even if you’ve never had nights out like that, and have been happily social distancing since the 1970s like me, you can’t fail to enjoy the spirit here. The sheer “up and at em, taking on the world” thing that BOJ have going on.

“Tribute” – written by guitarist Mike – changes the mood, a sort of B-52’s slice of pop, but with glorious sarcasm and a real acerbic wit, that will appeal to a certain type of person, lets just say (I’m one of them). Sample line: “your bouquet didn’t make it, its like God didn’t even try”.

The last one is the cover, and The Rezillos “Flying Saucer Attack” is done as simple, primal rock n roll, from the bass groove to the lead riff – and Stabby has a ….well…stab at a British accent. Gor, blimey, guvnor. Up the apples and pears, and so on.

This is ace, throwaway fun. You’d probably best not play it to your elderly relatives – unless your Gran is Patti Smith, maybe? And, as word of warning don’t get the band name wrong on Google and put in “White Girl Wasted Tribute” unless you have your private browser on…A Bunch of Jerks, indeed, trust me, I speak from experience.

Rating 7.5/10

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