When a record sounds like David Hasselhoff-meets-L.A.-studio-band-circa-1987, ripping is downright required. The embodiment of soulless, corporate drivel.
Cutesy chick with “who, me?” vibe makes good as front-woman in an otherwise dude-inhabited outfit. European singer Ivona would make most rock chicks beam.
If you’re 16 and pissed at your parents, A Wilhelm Scream make sense. Anthemic, fist-pumping choruses? Metal as fuck riffs? Self-loathing lyrics? Check ’em all.