Screaming punk rock, led by ex-Pink Lincoln Chris Barrows. This platter of spite’n’spittle was gloriously under-mixed by Bill & Stephen at The Blasting Room.
We get as much Kiss, Deep Purple, and Mountain as we do Sabbath here, all delivered with tongue-in-cheek, really playing on this whole space-brain theme.
Under-enunciated Rancidisms, a healthy dollop of Bo Diddley-ing guitars, and sobbing in yer dirty glass of whiskey to high-octane, yahoo-yellin’ barnburners.
These guys must be the most overrated band in the world. Aside from having a clever album title, Piebald is just a tone-deaf (literally) attempt at rock.
There’s a pretty obvious stab at low-tuning, down’n’dirty rumble, not to mention a tuffness in Bruce’s voice that sounds more than a little over-intentional.