Bad Breeding’s third album is a 32 minutes long riotous stomp in the face of neoliberalist ideals and platforms of privilege. With songs centred on dissecting police involvement in protecting capital rather than people, to a focus on scum landlords to sneering at the imposed economic measures of recent times which have seen an ever-widening gap between the rich and the poor and a visible increase in homelessness, Exiled is an antidote to the angry surrealist sloganeering of bands like Sleaford Mods. It is gnarly, provocative and anti-establishment to its very core. It’s also bloody wonderful.

The title track opens the album and is part-Converge/part-Amebix, but is all ace. At just under two minutes, it hurtles along at a breathless pace, propelled along by a mixture of anger and cathartic disgust. The four piece excel at urgent, breakneck riffage which crosses generic boundaries and this first track even has a smattering of Power Trip style thrash going on for good measure. It’s both a rallying cry and a wake-up call but throughout the album there seems to be no answers offered, just a bleak realisation of what is happening all around us. Bad Breeding hail from Stevenage, which was designated a ‘new town’ by the post-Second World War government. The idea of the programme was to develop distinct towns to ease the ever-expanding conurbation monster that London was becoming. Families were moved from inner London to these new towns to establish new vibrant communities. The anger and focus of Bad Breeding’s work, and the inward-looking attention on their hometown, suggests that such quasi utopian thinking died a long time ago.

A significant element on Exiled deals with issues of disenfranchisement, decaying locality and fractured communities and the finger of blame for all of these factors lies squarely at the feet of the targets of many left-wing punk bands to date, namely the government, the police, and the media. ‘Breaking Wheel’ centres on the increased role of the police in affairs of the state, with singer Christopher Dodd howling “Violence and intimidation, the only measures of your control” over a musical insurgency of frenetic venom and vitriol. Most of the lyrics on the album are hard to discern due to their frantic delivery and the mix of the album, which favours the guitars over the voice. Ben Greenberg, of brilliant New York industrial punk outfit Uniform, recorded the album and the unnerving visceral energy and angst of his own band is evident throughout the twelve tracks that make up Exiled.

‘Whose Cause?’ deals with issues of media manipulation and control and is full of ire, the most traditionally punk sounding song on the album until the hardcore surge in the chorus. Bad Breeding are not entirely fixed within an easily identifiable sound range, as ‘Theatre of Work’ highlights. Here, the saxophone wails of Lewis Evans create great walls of sonic dissonance over a slower, gothier beat. It’s still a song raging against the machine with a lyrical theme about zero hours contracts and the loss of workers’ rights, but set against a different aural template. ‘A Rag Hung Between Two Trees’ is about the ever-increasing blight of homelessness as a direct result of the austerity policies of those benefitting most from this ideological narrative, and uses the sax again to create a sense of disorientation and exuberant giddiness. The allusion to Oscar Wilde in the lyric “One eye on the skip/ Two feet in the gutter,” is obvious, and connects to the idea of oppressive regimes wilfully failing to treat people with basic human kindness.

Closing track ‘Tortured Reality’ is the longest, and best, song on the album, racking up over six and half minutes of loose limbed vitriol with a Black Flag drumbeat and screeching guitars which wouldn’t sound out of place on early Sonic Youth albums. Where many of the songs on the album seem overly direct (and perhaps too short), here Bad Breeding push themselves into more meandering, drifting territory which allows them to exorcise their inner Lee Ranaldo as the closing guitar assault brings to mind the masterpiece that is ‘Eric’s Trip’.

Exiled is urgent and breathless from a band who need to be heard.