Let those motorbikes rev up, here comes some glorious sleaze/punk rock.
With a cymbal clashing, fast guitar and motor mouthed lead singer shooting from the hip from the get go, this seems to be an assault on their audience. Choruses see the band unite to call out the chorus like this kind of rock tends to do.
It is a good start and it automatically then lends itself to something a bit more sedate, but still fierce. You might half expect this to be nothing but trash rock from start to end with a nasty raw sound to it. For the large part this is correct, but then there are diamonds to be found in tracks like “Way Back Home” which make room for a wider berth of talent. This serves as an apt album with which to further their careers.
Photo Chris Denner