This is the first album I’ve reviewed that was inspired by a visit to my local barbers. It was on heavy rotation there for quite a while.
The opening track is brilliant too. I defy any listener to not be belting out “I want you so hard” by the third time the chorus comes around:
And then there is the wonderfully ironic band name. Of course, these guys are not death metal at all. Indeed they do to said genre what The Eagles did to rock… made a mockery of it.
This is pure bubble-gum, hair-rock of the T-Rex variety. It’s all about the strut, the silly lyrics and the sex. The album never hits the heights of the opening track, but there is enough one here to keep it spinning.
This band reportedly has a huge female following, especially in the live arena. If this is what gets the ladies excited, then count me in.
File under: I must be a mass-murderer