Lullacry

Be My God (Spikefarm/Century Media)
by Scott Hefflon

These guys rule! In spite of how hoaky they are (OK, maybe because of it, Lullacry tickling my ’80s mall-strutting sensibilities more than I wanna admit, but dude, the chick’s, like, hot’n’shit!), their Goth-tinged straight-up hard rock is celebratory like metal/hard rock rarely is these days. I mean, you can reference dated shit like Lita Ford or Doro/Warlock all ya want (and I’m glad to finally have something to reference when saying why Sinergy always falls short for me), this is ball-out female-fronted rock firmly planted in the sound of today and a classic style (no ironic hat-tipping here, no vintage “old metal guy” nods neither, thank fuckin’ God) that’s too busy having a blast to give a rat’s ass if you think it’s cool or not. They’re from Finland and signed to Spikefarm, and if that’s not ringing any bells, how much hand-holding do you need, huh?

Lullacry’s busty singer belts it out like you always wished more of these female rockers would (Lullacry rules the metallic rock end like The Distillers rule the punk rock end, each writing great tunes, executing them with power and style, and basically, raising the bar so we can tell the half-assed Half Cocked’s of the world to take a walk). And while I kinda zone out near the end of these 43 minutes, I can think of far worse things to drift off to. Be My God is musically and sonically gorgeous: Lush, colorful, and bursting at the seams with hard rock pleasures.
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