Their major label debut has a production quality to kill for, and the songs have enough hooks to make for a great album, but there’s something missing.
Whiskey tastes sweet in the Southern charm of slide guitars and the solid tenor voice, while night falls and the sweet smell of the dark creeps into the bar.
While keeping some of their hair-rock material for the old fans to chew on, much of the material is heavier than people might accredit the Cherry Pie boyz.
For those who liked Firehouse back in ’92, well, here’s more for you. For those who thought they sucked, this album will fulfill your every expectation.