Hardcore Hooligan - The Business | Songs, Reviews, Credits | AllMusic
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It's street punk, and the lads love it. Veterans the Business return on Hardcore Hooligan with 12 more pint-slinging anthems to the working class and football terraces, rife with gang's-all-here singalongs and clogged with hard-barbed, brutally simplistic punk chording. Within the first four minutes, you're greeted with no less than two bawdy singalongs. But that's only the first minute and a half. Hooligan's aims are pretty clear then, even before the opening strains of "Viva Bobby Moore" -- there isn't much room for the unit's usual calls for anarchy, unless there's a fistfight with rival footy supporters and you want to put a trash bin through a windscreen.
You fuckin' little mug! How dare you come into My fuckin' gaff, and try and get hold of my Little sister against her will? You're in Bandit country now, boy, no-one will even know You were fuckin' here! You're a hooligan! A Hardcore hooligan!