“Sylvain might not have been star of the show, and Thunders is always a hero, but Sylvain was my biggest living connection to the band that kicked me in the ass…”
“It’s virile, contagious, it’s urgent and lean, but above all it’s just so damn cool. Add to all this a sharp clawed attack on intolerance and we have a fight music brawler…”
“It’s a dormant pop gem with a bubblegum agro and it’s blissfully short, sharp and raucous.”
“There’s enough cosmic glitter to convince Major Tom to break out his crash landing spandex, and more than enough sunshine buttery smoothness to ease out the bumps on the way…”
“Ever wondered what 80’s cock rock and hair metal had in common with Meatloaf and Slade? Ever thought you might want that kick back to the past without old vinyl crackle or (gasp….) tribute gigs? Then this album is your chance to answer those questions and maintain ACDC sized pride.”
‘Dark Times’ is seething, exhausting, exhilarating. A rush of relentless raw pressure.
What could have brought this new album to life and what’s behind the eyes of Mr Richard ‘Kid’ Strange?
“If every homage and throwback was this good and faithful, you’d swear this was original sin.”
“Arterial crushing and bubblegum throb. Babydoll fibres and kinderwhore punk. The tenderised splendour of gristle and sinew… It leaks like a slick oil from sweat-sullied pores”
“There’s pop punk and glam, there’s huge swathes of pomp against orchestral swells, there’s wit not just in words but in music. It’s overblown, bloated and beautiful, with a Bat Out Of Hell next of kin.”