Bruising metal compositions that sound like modern Kiss, old Keel, new Alice Cooper and bits of Mötley Crüe and Lita Ford. Strange, but all in all, I like it.
Savatage’s classic line-up, this album’s main reason for existence is to hail the band’s fallen original guitarist Criss Oliva, killed in a car crash in 1993.
Slightly beneath the inspirational-vaulted euphoria of the two new tracks on Greatest Hits, but a confident barrage of razor-sharp, high energy details.
No techno remixes, no third-rate death metal, but no real pep either, Snakebites gathering guys with thick metal resumes to romp through Coverdale’s classics.