Following the disjointed ‘Let The Dominoes Fall’, questions arose as to whether Rancid still have a place in the new millennium, and with a nostalgia-baiting run supporting ever-decreasing-returns Green Day underway, it’s hard not to worry once again, which is why ‘Trouble Maker’ is such a satisfying size-10 boot up the arse. Absolutely unrelenting in its pace, but with enough variety to keep interest sky-high, the album doesn’t contain a single song that isn’t quintessential Rancid, ditching Dominoes’ experimentation and reining in the over-excited battering ram of ‘Honor Is All We Know’ to present a lean, free-flowing ska punk joyride that is potentially their best collection since ‘And Out Come The Wolves’. With a glint in their eyes and a kick in their step, the band skip through the 19 songs with precision and bounce rather than running at them full pelt, giving every one the space to enjoy itself with a renewed sense of joyous determination. Taken out of context, a handful of songs such as single ‘Telegraph Avenue’ sound a little world weary, but like their creators, their strength comes from the support of their brothers, with every song making more sense than the last in the grand context of the album and always with a chorus that could make the dead dance. With few surprises aside from the Status Quo-aping ‘Bovver Rock and Roll’, the peak of a slight tendency towards more honky tonk stylings, the band sound more settled than ever, allowing them to focus on delivering hit after hit after hit while Tim and Lars’ melodies soar over one of the most reliable rhythm sections in the business. This being Rancid, songs get in and out quicker than a Theresa May government, and Tim still sounds like a hobo at a wedding, but that’s part of the charm, and like AC/DC and Motorhead before them, ‘Trouble Maker’ proves that there are certain formulas that simply don’t need to be fucked with. The perfect soundtrack to cracking a cold one in the sun with friends.