36 years old. New dad. Drowning in the day-to-day. Then the music hit.

This is the sound of Mike Freeman and his mates, Chris Saxton, Jase Barwick and James Dobson, finding their way back to the only therapy that ever worked: loud, blistering Brit rock. Born in the cold, damp underbelly of Cleethorpes' old garages, this is an album built on shared history.

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Its an unapologetic tribute to messy nights out and the crushing aftermath. It tackles the struggle to make sense of society's rules and the universal, gut-check realisation that, on the bottom rung where we all live, no one actually gives a fuck anyway.

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Recorded live and raw at the infamous Docks Academy as part of a community drive, this record is long, loud, and full of fight. You can practically smell the booze consumed during Mikes 36th birthday session.

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They went in to record one track and came out with an entire album is a defiant act proving that even while navigating everything life throws at you, you can still make noise.

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This is for everyone in the same boat. You can do it. 

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With special thanks to Meg, Amber and Laura — for giving us our Friday nights.

To JJ Folds and Mikey Scott for the engineering and mixing