Jittery, old Fashioned punk rock is The Job’s stock and trade. The arrogant, bastard love child of Joe Strummer and Andy Partridge; The Job snarl through songs of fighting and fucking. Born in the back of a record store, reared on the boozy teat of a brewery, Toronto’s The Job are accepting applications. Picture it: a sleepy southwestern Ontario town (London) at the turn of the century where a love of noise brought together four moderately attractive boys from good homes.