Formerly the London Quireboys. They were bluesy, kinda like Cinderella, who were a lot better than their fashion sense. Singer sounded like Rod Stewart.
When you can shred like Chris Impelliteri, even if you dumb down, you still smoke. The song “Punk” makes fun of punk sellout (late) and rap metal (late).
Familiar, big beat, bluesy power riff sound with throaty vocals, slick production, and competent songs. Too much of it sounds like outtakes from Dr. Feelgood.
Italy’s princesses of ballerina metal return, offering 72 minutes of symphonic priss rock (A 60 piece orchestra was used, and often) about dragons and castles.
Less abstract padded noise and electronic blips and more well-crafted song structures featuring effected guitar hooks coming at you from all directions.