This is the sort of garbage that tends to give Rock music a bad name.

I know you should never judge a book by its cover (or CD for that matter), but as soon as I saw the cover of this particular CD, I knew exactly what I was going to get. Not just by the cheapness of it, but also by front man Johny Mercedess Hott’s Dee Snider-esque pose – let alone his stage-name (and no, it’s not me who has spelt it like that.) One look at the song-titles and my worst fears are starting to become a reality, ‘Gimme Action’ and ‘Dirty Motel Room’, let alone ‘Teez Teezah’, ‘Nasty, Oild’n’Spoild’ and ‘Viciouz Luv.’ Sorry boys, Slade did the bad-spelling thing way back in the Seventies.

As soon as I slip the CD into the stereo it becomes apparent that yes, I was right. This is a basic Glam/Sleaze/Punk hybrid with dumb, overtly sexualised trashy lyrics. Worst of all though are the horrendously screeched and unintelligible vocals, but to be honest, after reading the lyrics in the booklet, it’s probably better that way. If I really wanted to listen to this type of thing I’d listen to Steel Panther, because at least they do it with humour, in contrast this just comes across as puerile. By the time track seven ‘Suicide’ rolls around I’m seriously considering it. Even the cover of Tigertailz ‘Star Attraction’ at the end does little to lift the tedium.

I don’t like to deliberately chastise anything, but this is the sort of garbage that tends to give Rock music a bad name. Avoid.

Ant Heeks