On the title track, the band enter the “Freedom Rock” zone. Pure, rockin’ down the highway, straight from the 70s, classic rock radio style all the way, but so kick ass and anthemic.

Nash and King, together again. Break out your martini glass and velour jacket, and join the fun.

The Cult’s painfully disappointing Born Into This can’t simply be the result of an aging band out of touch with a musical landscape they once electrified in decades passed.

Hard rock dinosaurs still roam the earth

Coupled with soft sentimental lyrics, Los Angeles’s Upgrade plays songs that often lull the listener into two divergent yet symbiotic spheres of being.

TYPE O NEGATIVE may not be as popular as they were in their heyday. But they can still perform as well as if not better than a host of nouveau-metal bands plaguing our airwaves.
Hipsterism, in general, flies directly in the face of much that is Metal: dedication, the battle of Life & Death, and a lack of irony.

Bakerton’s music sounds as if the Meters got down to hard jamming after spending a few weeks listening to early Grand Funk Railroad and a bunch of blaxploitation soundtracks.

After the recent release of Happy Holidays: A Very Special Christmas Album, I have come to realize that the Billy Idol I once knew and loved is dead.
Slits shambolic, Green Milk schizo, Genghis Tron clever, Apes still rock