While their peers whined self-consciously about boredom and being misunderstood, The Undertones (who, being from Derry, had legitimate grounds for complaint) addressed instead the far more pressing issues of girls, subbutteo and mars bars in songs of formal perfection and deceptive simplicity. Their sophistication and self-awareness was already apparent in everything from their choice of name, which perfectly suggests pop cheesiness and a hint of menace, to lyrics like their "difficult second album" introduction, More Songs About Chocolate and Girls where they unapologetically state their limitations, in homage perhaps to Talking Heads (whose '77, incidentally, has a similar guitar sound to much of Hypnotised although that's where the similarity ends). This incipient sophistication was allowed a more musical outlet on their third album and, while the immediacy and humour of its predecessors is largely absent, it still has a handful and a half of great pop songs. Admittedly, by the time of The Sin Of Pride, they had lost the plot somewhat. You only need to look at the cover to see how far removed from the fairisle jumper-wearing, mammy-haircut sporting lads they'd become.
As an introduction, this is pretty flawless and if it has faults it doesn't matter because I'm willing to bet it won't be the last Undertones record you buy.