Get This In Ya

If "Smoko" is a declaration of passive resistance, "Get This In Ya" is its more aggressive cousin — shorter attention span, higher volume, even less patience for nuance. The Chats strip the template down further here: the intro barely exists before the song is already happening, and when it ends you're not entirely sure it didn't just cut off mid-thought, which is probably the intended effect. The guitar work is sloppy in a specific and deliberate way — bends that don't fully land, chord transitions that suggest someone learning the song as they play it — and the rhythm section pushes everything forward with a kind of gleeful recklessness. The vocal delivery is Queensland vernacular at maximum concentration: nasal, unhurried in tone despite the tempo, completely unbothered by the concept of finesse. The song belongs to a tradition of Australian larrikin punk that treats refinement as a form of dishonesty — to clean it up would be to lose the whole point. Lyrically it leans into crude provocation, functioning more as a gesture than a statement, which is exactly what the best punk songs often are. You wouldn't describe this as subtle. You wouldn't describe it as trying to be subtle. This is music for backyards and sticky-floored venues, for the part of the night when everyone has stopped caring about what they look like dancing.