What we have here is some hard-rockin’ big guitar from some guy that I guess has been around for a while. I ain’t never heard of him (and I’m guessing that he ain’t heard of me neither). Although this guy mighta done something remotely punk at one point (don’t know and don’t care enough to find out), this album sounds like somebody’s out of touch dad who worships at the altar of the Stones wanting to appeal to punks to show how wild and crazy he still is. Can’t imagine this tickling the fancy of anyone, except some aging party rockers.
–Vincent (Big Neck)