All manner of swampy, bluesy, stoner rock, topped creatively with lyrics like Les Claypool fronting Blue Oyster Cult. But we’ve heard all these tricks before.
Lynyrd Skynyrd are here again to unravel the nicotine-stained credo of every goddamn redneck cliché and characteristic until no stereotype is left untyped.
Faster Pussycat is down to one original member, but what a member, in the leathered-up and corpse-painted, extended of girth, vague Nazi-lookin’ Taime Downe.
Mosley once fronted Bad Brains, but is most notorious for his big-mouthed ranting on the first two Faith No More albums. Chuck got cool guest stars involved.
Beholden to the rubbery overdrive David Sardy pushed through, Barkmarket, and various ’90s production work with Quicksand, Orange 9 MM, and Cop Shoot Cop.
Royal Bliss might get stuck with the “passionate rock” tag, like Hinder and other embarrassments. Closer “I Was Drunk” I’ve now listened to going on 20 times.
Ridiculously rhythmic throb full of great songs and boiled over energy surge. The innerlocked double drummers and meshed guitars work like a big pumping heart.