Against a backdrop of cliché hard rock guitar riffery and fiddling solos, singer Chazza B Bennett paints an ugly picture of the world and incites the raising of the rabble by way of an intro. It’s a pity he feels the need to do it in a corny theatrical voice. But there’s worse to come. The guitars (courtesy of Mykki Felyxx and Danni Oakheart) and drums (Billy Kidd... oh, come on!) pick up pace and soon we’re in exactly the territory you’d expect from looking at the band and reading the track-listing. ‘Outta Control’, ‘Gimme Some’, Burn it Down’, ‘Sick ‘n’ Tired’… yeah.
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Lyrically, lines like ‘You look a million dollars but I want it for free’, ‘You got the shot to cure my disease’, ‘Feel the fire when the heat is on in the night’ ‘Hit like a hurricane, how like a wolf’ and ‘Roughed up beauty, seven sins bad, lust’s got nothin’ on me’ are as hackneyed as the endless solos (technically competent, but completely obvious in every way).
Straight outta the G’n’R / Motley Crue mould, it’s not only dreadful but utterly pointless.
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