Just what, you may ask yourself, is the juvenile product of which the title speaks? The best educated guess would be the band itself, as it seems to fancy itself a working-class American version of a working-class English band that fancied itself a group of working-class Irish boys. Not that Swingin' Utters outright mimics The Pogues, save for the singer's vain attempts to sound like Shane MacGowan. Okay, the band does outright ape The Pogues on two songs, and those are arguably the best songs on this album. The remainder of A Juvenile Product of the Working Class is tight, energetic and, well, boring. And you almost can't help but wish the singer would drink himself into the whiskey grave that MacGowan has thankfully avoided. Maybe then the surviving members could direct their talents into better projects.