From Detroit, where they don’t take kindly to emoting sissy rock, these boys pound like WASP, howl like Halford, and “Shotgun City” beats “Jamie’s Got a Gun.”
Part Missing Persons, part Iron Maiden, what’s not to love? Often doubled, deliciously sweet female vocals, over wildly cheesy keyboards and glam guitarwork.
I’ve held onto Bat Head Soup for the cover of “Mr. Crowley” which opens that CD as well as this one. Ripper Owens and Yngwie Malmsteen are both amazing.
Like Evanescence and Lacuna Coil, but heavier on the metal and lighter on the annoying guy vocals (rapping in Evanescence, constipated roar of Lacuna Coil).
The songs hover mostly mid-tempo, no Dimmu Borgirian racing, no “Gothic power ballads” so you can wave your lighter in the air, trying to set God on fire.
From Chicago, produced in MA by the dude who did Hatebreed. A chugging monster permeated with hardcore roar. Some breakdowns, plenty of thrashing riffs.