These songs are sweet and singable but always feel a touch left behind, as if they were penned by a younger artist who didn’t allow her style to mature.
Rock ‘n’ rollsy Motörhead punctuated by one all-out speed demon, a couple too-simple, too-stupids, and four-in-a-row that are rich, bloody-minded experiences.
An excursion into Swing-style horns, jazzy anti-ballads, and noir film soundtracks. Anyone looking for balls-out power pop ala ’77 is going to be disappointed.
They smack you full-force in the back of the head with the unholy power of their metal, but they’ve begun to form the metal before they start swinging.