French power trio The Chris Rolling Squad make a fine old racket for a three piece, rolling a variety of influences into one seething, rollicking mass of unadulterated mindless fun.

Thirty six seconds of grindcore (in the shape of opener Pendejos 666) kicks matters off and then it’s on for young and old. The band has a happy knack of dragging melodic shards from the most unexpected places, making headbanging anthems out of tracks like Bad Motherfucker and the title track that are as welcome as they are, well… unexpected!

Let’s Go And Action gives you a hint at the direction these blokes are really aimed at; a riotous mix of old Hellacopters and Backyard Babies that features the best solo on the album and will have you hurling your trucker cap joyously in the air as you cavort around your living room… This is beer drinking music at it’s absolute finest.

There’s no place to hide in a trio – not even a trio that revels in simple pleasure like these three – but TCRS are tight as the Gnat’s proverbial, locking in together and rocking out in unison like a tightly coiled, well honed machine. The instrumental that lands mid album – the appropriately-monikered Canonball Holocaust – shows their skills off to full effect, resembling nothing so much as an out of control train careering off the rails with the Reverend Horton Heat and Lemmy doing their best to keep things on the straight n’narrow. It’s brilliant, and the swing with which Thib Adlersend propels everything is wonderful to witness.

His buddies on the stringed instruments are clearly no slouches either; Chris ‘Fucking’ Rolling, the album’s semi-eponymous hero, riffs like a demon and sings like something even more sinister whilst Brice Duval wields the four string motherfucker to devastating effect. This is a team effort, and by my reckoning this is a team heady for the top of Europe’s Action Rock Champions League very soon…

Damn You All To Hell Is Out Now…