When it comes to quality punk in the '90s, a rarity, you can always look to London's Rugger Bugger. Owner Big Shaun of punk comedians Wat Tyler is a great purveyor/curator, a lover of superb U.K. outfits such as China Drum, Midway Still, Drive, Dr. Bison, and Mega City 4. It is also the home of Frankie Stubbs' spinoffs from the kings of the whole caboodle, his late, lamented Leatherface: first Pope and then Jesse. Measured against such greats, Dundee, Scotland, trio Broccoli isn't quite on the same tier, but the band is still good. Like Leatherface's first two overly primitive albums, you can sense they will improve drastically. To wit, instead of a 16-song LP, they should have contented themselves with a smokin' 6-song EP, led off by the smacking "Fido" and also containing "Cherry Drop Club" and "Broken." On the best songs, they sound like Leatherface, with Grant Myles' similar gravel voice, the fierce harmonies (yeah!), and the direct, tuneful, power attack -- methinks I even detect the presence of the ubiquitous Stubbs in the producer's chair, though no one is credited. If Broccoli tightens the playing and sharpens the songwriting, the trio will be a knockout. And like George Bush, it would be the first time I ever loved broccoli (yuck!).