Someone has keen and dedicated management behind them as this four tracker turned up with 2 large glossy photos, stacks of blurb parts highlighted in pink pen stating the group had played Winkers Farm in Chalfont St Peter and have a large following in Gerrards Cross. Well having friends who moved to Chalfont Village and who hardly ever venture out of it now, I can only say any sort of excitement in the area is likely to cause a stir even if it is caused by something as harmless as a hard/classic rock band. Yes people it’s another one of those but seeing as it’s so damn easy to review what we have already heard a million times before lets give them their write up.
Yep they are a young bunch of four lads, we can see that and we won’t discriminate about it despite the fact they play a style of music from their parents era. ‘Lifetime Sinner’ kicks it out with a guitar riff that will have you scratching your head and wondering which song it originally came from and from there goes forward with confident vocals from Matt James, backed by Rob Gamble helping to get the message across. Not much of a chorus and not the catchiest of numbers if truth be told, it’s a bit glam, a little Sunset strip and all very clichéd stuff. High notes well hit and musically it’s played well and if you like this sort of thing, well good luck to you.
‘Hollywood Angels’ must go down a storm at The Nags Head in High Wycombe where they seem to have a residency; they can but dream of those ‘bright lights, big city!’ This is a bit more catchy and even goes as far to groove out some solid soloing before repeating the by now annoying as hell chorus to end. ‘So Long’ nabs the guitar riff from ‘Get It On’ and no doubt gets away as Marc Bolan is long past caring by now as it wraps itself around a really bland radio friendly number that is pretty bad even by this sort of band’s standards. Slightly more dangerous guitar licks greet us on the title track which mentions the devil but is highly unlikely to summon the horned one out from a hard days work at the sulphur pits. So if you like rock songs that you have heard over and over again and you cannot move away from the past this is a young band helping continue a form of music that should quite honestly have gone out with the dinosaurs. If I could honestly be bothered I would wonder what the rubbish band name was all about but by now I don’t really care. Yawn, please stop sending us this stuff.
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