Second Metal Church offering with third frontman Ronny Munroe finds Kurdt’s band solidifying their stance as classy old school riffsters with a touch of prog.
I was expecting chaos rock, but this is clean-sung, layered harmonied pop, perhaps the Japanese version of over-caffeinated New Found Glory or something.
Kind of lacking in substance. Less electro-noise for electro-noise-sake than some, but that’s like having someone shit in your mouth less than someone else.
Buffalo’s Dead Hearts change up the pace (and toss in some piano and light-strumming), to keep you on yer toes. Classic hardcore group shouts and singalongs.
Anthony Hopkins in an early role as Corky, a magician down on his luck and short on his sanity. Corky is a ventriloquist, with a freaky dummy named Fats.
The motherlode of Bruce Dickinson solo. Two concerts, and every video Bruce has ever done, with bonus regaling by an animated, always self-assured Bruce.
Four gals logically next in line after Girlschool, Phantom Blue, Nashville Pussy, Kittie, and Lullacry, sounding safely like a mash-up between all of those.
These guys have pretty much perfected the art of Americana rock. The hooks are HUGE and tasty, the execution top-notch, and the attitude down-to-earth.