First studio album in 12 freakin’ years. Signed to Warner Bros in 1990, had a couple hits, were on Headbanger’s Ball, and landed a song in Wayne’s World.
Firmly rooted in the Back from the Grave/Nuggets tradition of bands in matching suits playing furiously catchy three-minute slabs. Two ex-Monster Magnet alum.
They’ve shied away from the Bon Jovi in kilt and combat boots that plagued Oot and Aboot. Come a long way t’wards becoming the Scottish Dropkick Murphys.
Forgettable name, but Slave To The System turns out to be a cool bit of rock star marriaging in the Audioslave, Velvet Revolver, Brides of Destruction oeuvre.
Go back to the thirty-second song, then find your own identity. The Rydells’ Jimmy, Denny, and Billy write short enough songs, but repeat them into annoyance.
An odd mix of light indie rock and noisy indie rock. I’m too high-strung to sit through the quiet songs, but “Design the Fight” and “Metal” are intriguing.
Eight years in the making, demo deals with Columbia and Immortal. They’re not just another melodic punk band with layered harmonies, there’s substance here.