In 2015 The Cavemen swapped their native New Zealand for the grimy streets of London. And 2016 sees them rising from the gutter with a brand new record on which these four miscreants have spurt out 13 syphilitic tracks of rock'n'roll apathy. Features plenty of greasy riffs, uncouth howling, and road-rash-raw garage punk. Think a dose of Dead Moon, with a little of the Cramps and the Stooges, and then throw on a whole heap of vintage trash punks debauchery. That's essentially The Cavemen.