This could well be the best album you've never heard.
It's not just punk, it's as hard as some hardcore, and while the songs are certainly tuneful and catchy, it's definitely NOT "pop punk".
There are subtleties in the interplay of Frankie Stubbs and Dickie "Who Ate All The Pies" Hammonds guitars (while they still thrash and rage away), and, not to put too fine a point on it, Stubbs is a soulful, thoughtful songwriter with the heart of a working class, home-spun poet. Yeah, his voice sounds like a bucket of gravel and fag-ends,but so did Louis Armstrong and Tom Waits. Imagine the bastard offspring of Lemmy and Bob Mould. And Leatherface do hit as hard as old Hüsker Dü crossed with Motorhead.
There are too many stand out songs to list them all, in fact I'd say that only a couple are weaker than the rest, but even these stand head and shoulders above most other bands of this ilk.
If you like tuneful hardcore, lyrics that aren't your standard **** the system or emo cr*p, then you owe it to youself to beg, borrow, buy or steal a copy of this album.
I want the moon!