Guest columnist: Liam Tobin

The long awaited debut from local puck rockers too tired to riot was deemed to be the disappointment of the season, but to the record buy public's delight, it's marginally better than that. It's by no means the bands own Sargent Peppers, but Lard Factory produces a bearable mix of dumb punk rock, with minutely wittier lyrics. Straight from the opening track, tttr show they aren't afraid to push the lyrical boundaries, showing that you can rhyme arse with arse. The boys aren't afraid to hit up the hard topics either, exploring all the hard-hitting issues such as shit christmas presents, reality tv shows, the humble lard factory itself, and of course, the crowd favourite and first single off the ranks, the ode to that legendary figure in calculations, the illustrious Griffo the Maths Man. Musically speaking, the album offers a backyard studio mix of more axe wielding than a B-grade horror movie, baselines thicker than a Jerry Springer guest and machine gun drumming ability that screams....not much else to do in your spare time. However, the most experimental sounds working wonders for the band is their strong and skilled use of the nose recorder. Whether being used as the perfect accompaniment to the cranking guitars, or a nose recorder solo to bring tears to your eyes and milk out of your nose, this is one of the great feature of this band in their new, fresh, and undoubtably never to be copied sound that screams, tootiredtoriot.

This introductory lesson into the hard rocking world of tootiredtoriot promises to turn a few heads, (even if they are mostly from the lawyers of copyright law) and win a fan or two along the way.

If you only buy one album this year...you should probably buy something by Frenzal because they rock...but if you have lots of money and not enough to do with it, get you hands on a copy of Lard Factory, and whisk yourself into a whole new world of those naturally gifted as a keen songwriting machine with the looks to be the next manpower.