IRONBOSS: Rides Again: CD

Who needs that cliched, watered-down Nashville Pussy shit when these here true gods of thunder are sonically pillaging and plundering this great land of ours in all of their monstrously deafening fury?! Indeed, IronBoss sound uncannily like the screamin’ vengeful roar of 100,000 howitzer cannons unleashing a relentless torrent of fire, brimstone, death, and destruction. It’s as if AC/DC, Motorhead, Roller, a motorcycle-gang Molly Hatchet, and a harder rockin’ KISS (circa 1975) were all bitterly embroiled in a fever-pitched, aurally violent fist-flailing fight to the death! This is cacophonous, motor-revvin’ crankshaft rock’n’roll at its heaviest, meanest, and most ruthless. Sure as shit, it’ll put the fear of Satan into you pretty damn quick! In my entire brew-sponged lifetime, my ears ain’t never been this aggressively brutalized… and that’s a down-home god’s honest fact, bub! –Roger Moser, Jr.

 –guest (Reptilian)