Buckcherry
Time Bomb (DreamWorks)
by Scott Hefflon
Much as it’s admittedly rooted in not having discovered them before being told I was supposed to already like them (and the fact that they’re supposed to shine light on the real bands workin’ the same terrain, yet they swagger in the limelight like they invented it), I dislike Buckcherry for being third or fourth generation glam-inbred rock and pretty goddamn uninteresting at that. Over half the record is sleepy, and the good tunes’d get their asses kicked by mediocre output by G’NR or Aerosmith, and probably even half-decent strutters like Extreme (lotta likeness there, by the way), so even the “good” songs are only good in comparison to today’s limp noddle rock.
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