It’s a pretty naff name, by all accounts, and calls to mind the excesses of late 70s and early 80s rock. But then, this is a band who cite Lynyrd Skynyrd, Deep Purple, and Thin Lizzy, Motley Crüe, ZZ Top and Aerosmith, and whose live debut was supporting Enuff Z’nuff, since when they’ve also played alongside Quireboys, The Burning Crows and a host of other old-school rock luminaries. So, they’ve got their target audience firmly in their sights, and that’s for sure.
In fairness, they combine elements of classic rock, glam and punk into some high-octane, hard rockin’, whiskey and gasoline rock ‘n’ roll. It’s a pity the production, and especially the mixing, lets it down: the vocals are simply way too high in the mix, and dominate the rather well-executed strolling basslines and surging guitar breaks. With cliché-laden lyrics referencing tongues like daggers and empty bottles, their stock trade is very much the standard tropes.
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Still, they deliver it all with conviction and strength, and it’s not hard to see their appeal.
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