There are few bands on this earth who can simply churn out album after album without changing their sound or their subject matter one iota, and still be relied upon to leave you jumping for joy. But
the Macc Lads are one of them. An unrepentantly loud, lewd, and disgusting combo,
the Macc Lads have barely altered a chord since 1977, yet they still say more about life at the smelly end of the street than any sociological lecture on earth. Loose girls and looser guys; gallons of alcohol; lashings of pies, cigarettes, soccer, and oral sex -- these are the preoccupations that
the Macc Lads have worn like T-shirts since their inception. And really, what else do they need to write about? It's not as though life will get any better if you start weighing in with the serious stuff, so you might as well get off your head and enjoy yourself with a bunch of likeminded yobs and louts. From the pain of "Piles" to the pressure of "Turtles Heads," from the "Tart with the Heart" to a day spent fishing (but for what? That is the awful question), all human life is here in its full maggoty and microcosmic glory. ~ Dave Thompson