The message is laudable, but the music gets buried in a swamp of sub-heavy metal riffs, and the production reduces the vocals to a barely intelligible growl.
It’s like Oasis, only louder. Hell, they even sound English (but they’re Canadian)! It gives me goosebumps every time the singer wails out nonsensical lyrics.
41 tracks of old-time hardcore: Grinding guitar riffs, drums and bass struggling to keep the rhythm going, and a singer growling out paeans of negativity.
Boss Hog lies somewhere between Jon Spencer’s former and current projects, Pussy Galore, and the Blues Explosion’s fuzz-tone Stones-flavored funk grooves.
Mediocre oh-so trendy pop punk dreck by three L.A. musicians, who, five years ago, would’ve been a lipstick and spandex faux metal scam called Wyld Hairdeux.