You really had to wonder what record labels were doing at the end of the eighties. They signed up bands seemingly at random, put them in a studio to record an album, did nothing to promote the album, then duly dropped them not long after. This happened to so many bands at this time, someone should write a book on what the hell was going on.
Now, I’m not saying this was the best album in the world because it’s not, but surely somebody must have seen them at least play live before signing. What you get here is a stripped down, no nonsense, sleazy, barroom rock n’ roll record that owes more to the New York Dolls and punk than to the LA strip. The one thing it does have is a kick ass, in your face production courtesy of Vic Maile who produced the Motörhead albums that mattered. The songs that float my boat are the punk rock blast of Last Drive (which is a great uptempo party tune), and My Way (which is my favourite). A simple, but very loud rocker with a huge guitar sound.
If you like your rock n’ roll raw and untethered then this may be for you.
6.5/10 from The Grooveman.
