London U.K.’s Fatberg come busting out with a refeshing garage-rock attack in all its classic, ramshackle glory, delivering the trademarks of a punky, riff-driven rock act, right down to the brevity of their songs, which clock in at well under 3 minutes. Spearheading the band is singer Jim Aucutt a throating-searing shouter whose oral abandon has echoes of Joe Strummer. The band’s best tune is “Meanwhile,” with “Art of Sod” and the heavier “Red Pony” trailing behind in the catchiness department. Throughout, the production skillfully allows red-zone distortion to have full sway, never over-limiting the music’s visceral impact. Fans of the Who, the Clash, Babyshambles et al will warm to these blokes.