While every other falsetto-screaming cock rockin’ quintet had to get haircuts and start dressing like guys for a change, Slaughter still attracts an audience.
Angry, massive-sounding, and buzzing right along at that mid-tempo Machine Head cruise control, but this isn’t something I’d tear apart my room to find.
Migraines are best noted for being one of the few bands almost no one’s ever heard of, but everyone will confuse with Vindictive and/or Sloppy Seconds.
They really oughtta come to terms with the fact that they’re better at dippy, punky pop than filtering the Beatles through too many Goo Goo Dolls records.