Dark Thirty starts off strong, but gets bogged down after a while in sludgy mid-tempo yowl. Production is as thick as steak, and just as juicy with blood.
Halfcocked use AC/DC to explain why they write stripped-down, predictable, (cliché-)pounding rock songs. But they look cool in the latest glammy/trashy fashion.
And while the layered girl vocals teeter close to B-52’s territory, the pounding drums and distorted roar of lead bass remind you this is rock-yer-ass rock.
Call it metal, call it hard rock, at its core, Roadsaw’s sound is like granite. They ain’t even afraid to throw in melody and cool hooks within the grooves.