The band settles into a personal, raw record of bluesy metal, with Kevin’s voice an instrument of beauty and persona, delivering with passion and dimension.
A bright and expensive-sounding recording with juiced electricity at the guitars, crafted o’er an upbeat punk-charged collection of songs with shouty vocals.
It lacks of urge to be heavy for heavy’s sake, oddly mirroring the Violent Storm record experience, from Doogie White’s erstwhile Yngwie bandmate Mick Cervino.
High-octane, well-heeled burr-under-the-saddle blues attack rock and roll. One of the five best live bands I’ve seen, and I saw Nuge/Black Oak Arkansas in ’78.
Like Van Halen and the Crüe, they were the house band at L.A. hair metal haven, Gazarri’s, albeit only crafting one major label record, making them a footnote.
Chugging, tense rock with a non-denominational punk ethic curling under hardened boogie cum cock rock guitars/rhythms from a gritty-eyed libertarian position.
Three cuts of improvised acid rock trio zonerism. It’s pretty much based on the fertile ’67-’72 best remembered from Hendrix’s “The Star Spangled Banner.”
Some might whine that Juliette and The Licks is simply Stones strut with tits (they’re small, but they’re nice), their live show will leave you breathless.
New Orleans groove metal, three records deep. Anyone familiar with Phil, COC, and any of the fine stoner/swamp rock bands from NOLA, you know what yer in for.