Children of Bodom played to perfection, shrieking Cradle of Filth played to a (Manowar) tee. All the Viking lore played for your giggling, ironic amusement.
Built on a mound of rubble, a synergy of brawn and brut, all with the sting of a large vodka and soda, the precious metal(s) that they are, and totally rawk.
Chugging retro-’80s rock with emo overtones and a strange vocal effect that sounds like a double gone overboard. Gets more alternative as it drones on.
A good round-up of Hellcat bands ranging from psychobilly to ska and all manner of punk. No real surprises, and no real highlights, just like the last time.
Imitation can be flattery, but not when it’s executed like kindergardeners. Unoriginal as hell, they’ve somehow turned the DC-style vocals into annoying yelps.
The bio sez “death, taxes, and Motörhead,” and that’s about right. I dread yet another Motörhead release like I do tax season, but it’s never as bad as I think.
Britain’s loudest three-piece has never been filmed with such clean sound. The bonus disc is festooned with interesting interviews and hilarious roadie stories.