Punk is at its best when it has no patience and no subtlety, and Who Let The Dogs Out is a debut album so explosive, so relentless, and so wickedly funny that it leaves their contemporaries in the dust. In ten short tracks Lambrini Girls tear through misogny, homophobia, gentrification, toxic masculinity, class privilege, and more - all while keeping their tongue firmly in cheek and their amps cranked to breaking point. At the helm is Phoebe Lunny, a frontwoman whose threatening, visceral screams are less like lyrics and more like full-body flinches of CPTSD (see “Don’t touch me!” in Company Culture). Anchored with Lilly Macieira’s thunderous bass work, Lambrini Girls are an absolute unit.

Who Let The Dogs Out confidently draws from all corners of punk history from pop-punk to anarcho-punk to riot grrrl. Opening with the sound of sirens, Bad Apple kicks the album off with pure, unfiltered rage tackling police brutality with blistering directness, whilst Company Culture is a middle finger to exploitative work environments and sexism in the workplace. No Homo feels like it could have been lifted from Dookie-era Green Day, with sarcasm dripping from every line, whilst Filthy Rich Nepo Baby is laugh-out-loud funny. Special Different dismantles the perhaps well-intentioned but ultimately alienating language used towards autistic people, showing how what’s meant as praise can actually just be isolating, whilst Nothing Tastes as Good as it Feels is an upbeat and catchy song about bulimia. Love dives into toxic attachment, whilst Cuntology 101 is a chaotic electroclash closer that nods to the future rather than the classic punk of the past. There’s not a second of filler, each track has a clear message, an undeniable hook, and a sense of fun that keeps even the most scathing moments from feeling exhausting.

Who Let The Dogs Out is an exhilarating punk record for die-hard fans of the genre, as well as a wildly entertaining gateway album for the youth. Unlike a lot of the modern punk bands that have made it all the way to the BBC airwaves, Lambrini Girls actually tick all the boxes. This isn’t a watered-down take on punk - it’s the real deal.

For a debut album, it’s absurdly confident. Lambrini Girls have not only captured the zeitgeist, but they’ve done it on their own terms. They should be playing sweaty basement shows, yet they’re being championed on national radio without watering down a single ounce of their fury or softening their sound to make it more palatable. It’s an unrelenting sonic assault, capturing the energy of their live shows perfectly. The production is tight, but never polished, and Who Let The Dogs Out sets a new standard, capturing the rage of the moment whilst also being absurdly fun - with more than enough bite to leave a mark.