For Old Boots No Panties Garry Bushell and the Gonads reconvene for another ten slabs of brutally funny and painfully truthful ruminations on life, love, and all the rest, fed through the twisted wringer of Oi! as novelty nuisance machine. It's strange; as a journalist -- whether in the music press or the daily British tabloids -- Bushell's sole motivation seems to be jamming things as far up peoples' noses as he can. He retains that strength as a lyricist, but he hones it too, to focus not on the broad sweeps that characterize his prose, but on the very crux of the issues that he feels like addressing. And he is astonishingly funny; indeed, as the Gonads have grown, it becomes increasingly apparent that when the history of modern music is finally written (in around 100 years time, when we're all dead and buried), Oi! will be revealed as the music hall of the rock & roll age, and Bushell will be its Max Miller. There could be no higher praise.
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AllMusic Review by Dave Thompson