In 2015 The Cavemen swapped the sheep and paddocks of their native New Zealand for the grimy streets of London. 2016 sees them rising from the gutter with the brand new record Born To Hate. These four miscreants have belted out 13 syphilitic tracks of rock 'n' roll apathy. In this latest waxen slab of hate, The Cavemen touch on everything from lost love, murderous desires and their burning disdain for sophisticated artistic expression. Both nihilistic and hedonistic at the same time, this is a record to shake the cobwebs out of your ears. It isn't sophisticated or remotely complex. It's one of those wonderful loose-nut albums that reminds you that life is short, and when it's not being nasty as hell it's simply dull as ditch water. So you might as well crank that volume knob to 11, snigger knowingly at the prurient and intentionally juvenile lyrics and get busy making your own filthy fun, before you die in some tediously mundane fashion.