I don't know about you, but when I see one of those classic "bros hanging out" collages on an old punk or metal album I get a certain kind of giddy feeling that I am in for a party of record. T.S.T.'s self-titled album from 1982 is no exception. It is a party, a Swedish punk party of unparalleled fun. The opening track "Sweden" sets the mood with it's clumsy, liquored-up Bo Diddley beat. But in case you are some kind of tight-assed wallflower, T.S.T. follows up with a raucous sing-a-long cover of "Teenager In Love." Now if by then you aren't on board, the band rips through six more tunes of slovenly, infectuous, drunken punk fucking rock, with three of the tracks taken from a live show. I have no idea what T.S.T. stands for.