I wanted to like this more than I'd liked any record, ever. Just for the line in the PR bumph that says 'feral rock 'n' roll at it's very best, coming on like a hard rock Banana Splits after being acid spiked by Angus Young whilst cruising at 38 thousand feet, freak flag loosely tied to the back'.
Of course, the problem with a line like that is, nothing is ever going to live up to it. In life, on record, hyperbole like that is only going to result in crushing disappointment. Because it's actually a good record. In a not as good as the last album kind of way, because no-one seems capable of following up good albums these days. Although, were I the kind of chap prone to shimmying on to the floor at my local dance hall palace rock night, this is the kind of thing that would get me there.
Rifftastic enough for the chaps, melodic enough for the attractive young ladies who would, no doubt, be won over by my rough hewn charm and be flinging themselves at me with careless abandon. Or pointing and laughing. Whatever.
