The words “Belfast Ska” fills me with foreboding and dread. I‘m worried I’ll hear either some cod rastafarian nonsense or else some English-accented waffle unceremoniously transplanted from the streets of a big English city. Instead I heard brass-infused pop-punk music, slightly reminiscent of Rocket from the Crypt, and all perfectly attuned to a Belfast twang. Overall, it’s not hugely original musically – but it’s expertly performed and transcends its limitations.