In the vein of Los Angeles nightclub cock rock, this record delivers the goods but with only half the cocks. It’s high-octane rock’n’roll with heavy slatherings of rawk, but one can still sense the ghost of Gene Vincent lurking somewhere behind all the power chords. Not, perhaps, one for the ages, but if records are like lovers, this is that wild girl you went out with for two weeks and smile about for the rest of your life.
–guest (Steel Cage)