Liliths Army didn’t come here to play nice, they came to play it hard. The Northampton-born punk AF trio have spent years grinding across continents, from sweaty dive bars in the States to countless festival pits, and even a stop at Glastonbury amid the chaos. Now they're signed to West London’s fierce indie outpost Criminal Records and have let loose with a full-throttle battle cry in the form of Doll, their long-awaited new album.

Bristling with lo-fi filth, grunge fury, and a healthy dose of punk sneer, Doll is a declaration of intent disguised as an album. Adding new recordings to sharpened versions of fan-favorite singles, the album screams with the urgency of a band hellbent on tearing through the static. This is music for the disillusioned and the defiant, for anyone raised on the ragged glory of Nirvana, the riotous snarl of L7, or the otherworldly dreamscapes of Lush. Throw in nods to cult alt-heroes like Vampyre Heart and Elastic, and you’ve got a record that feels somewhat familiar but completely off the chain at the same time.

From the distorted bedroom chaos of “Eat My TV” to the title track “Doll,” an angry, stomp-and-howl indictment of misogyny in the music industry, Liliths Army keep their boots firmly planted on the throat of what people expect them to be. It’s loud, it’s messy… it’s the kind of record that doesn’t give a damn about whether it’s polished or polite. They’ve built their reputation the old-school way: relentless touring, sweat-drenched sets, and refusing to water themselves down. And now, Liliths Army are poised find their place while they put you in yours, one gut-punching riff at a time.