If you could pour emotions in a bottle, save them for when you’ve forgotten the events that made them, keep all of that anger, rage, joy, shame, excitement, hope and fear on a shelf to pull down when you need it, would you? FTHC is a great way to start to answer that question and others. FTHC is a deeply introspective, personal album, and in some ways a departure from what many people think of as a Frank Turner record, and in others the only logical step for the self deprecating “skinny half-assed English country singer.”

Throughout the records that make the deep catalog of Frank Turner there’s a tying bond, usually some healthy mix of punk rock, folk, pessimism, optimism, and a tongue in cheek refusal to grow up somehow put together in a package that represents a level of maturing. This album isn’t different in that sense, but the FTHC logo that’s adorned albums and merch throughout the years has now clearly made its way full circle. This is a punk record, the kind your parents probably didn’t want you to hear, and it’s glorious.