Retro has become in these days, and there are more and more bands creeping up that have harkened their sound back to a time that left well over 30 years ago. The last 2 years have seen an influx of bands reaching back to the '70s. Bands like Blues Pills, Vista Chino, Scorpion Child and Rival Sons have all emerged with killer throwback vibes that are impressive. There's been a few bands that have come forward a little bit to the '80s, and have had varying success with that. So along comes Unbreakable; a band produced by Scorpions' legend Herman Rarebell that seemingly listened to a lot of '80s metal along the way. While I will say they are interesting, there's just something not fully clicking with this band. It's hard to put my finger on it, but there's just something not quite there.
RUNNING WITH THE DOGS
Admit it: you've just about given up on England when it comes to producing quality rock 'n' roll. The land that brought us the Beatles, the Stones, Zeppelin, and of course the revered NWOBHM--in the past twenty-five years, what have they given us? The Wildhearts? Come on. The Darkness? Come the fuck on!
The Treatment are a five-piece band that hail from that benighted former bastion of rock supremacy. Their 2011 independent debut, This Might Hurt, caused enough of a buzz to earn them a support slot for Van Halen's European tour (while we Yankee pigs were stuck with Kool and the Gang). Now comes the band's second album, Running With The Dogs.
I'm generally excited when Jizzy Pearl fronts any band. He's one of my favorite singers out there from the classic metal era; a distinct sounding guy who has proven to be a chameleon while maintaining a sound there is no mistaking. Jizzy joining Quiet Riot was a welcome thought to me, personally. While I've never been a huge Quiet Riot fan, I've always found Kevin Dubrow and Frankie Banali to be good at what they do. When Dubrow died, they went through a few singers looking for the right fit before Pearl took the job most recently. To be honest, it's surprising (at least to me) that they decided to record so quickly after Pearl joined the band. The resulting work is 10, the new album of sorts from the current lineup of Quiet Riot.
Black Stone Cherry
Well, they finally did it. After nearly a decade of being hailed as the new kings of southern rock, and receiving favorable comparisons to Zeppelin and Skynyrd, western Kentucky's Black Stone Cherry have released an album that's worthy of all the praise.
I've always liked the IDEA of Black Stone Cherry. I mean, what's not to like about a bunch of good ol' (young) boys flying the rock 'n' roll rebel flag? I was a bit lukewarm on the band's actual music, though. BSC always sounded more like Alice In Chains with a twang than any of the classic-rock heroes people seemed so eager to compare them to. Southern-rock poured through a thick filter of down-tuned grunge. Black Label Society minus the showy guitars and pretend biker-gang ethos, if you will, or maybe Stone Temple Pilots dressed up in overalls and a stars-and-bars shirt (that analogy owing in part to Chris Robertson's drony Weiland-like vocal style). I wanted to like BSC, and checked out every new release, waiting for them to break out. If they could just put together a whole album of songs like "Hell And High Water," "Soul Creek" or "White Trash Millionaire," we'd be in business.
God bless American Dog! For fifteen years, a bunch of blue-collar working stiffs from Columbus, Ohio have been churning out their brand of greasy, grimy redneck metal, and doing it all themselves. You gotta respect a band with American Dog's tenacity, toiling away in obscurity while other, much lesser bands soak up the major-label success. Oh yeah, and the tunes are consistently great, too!
For their seventh full-length album, Neanderthal, the guys find room at the pound for another canine compadre, guitarist Vinnie Salvatore. After existing as a trio for so long, and with Steve Theado's guitar tone being so thick and beefy, you almost wonder what they need with a second guitarist, or if you'd even be able to tell. On listening to the record, you can tell all right, even though Salvatore's style matches the band perfectly. There's lots of left-channel/right-channel interplay that you just didn't hear when Theado was handling all the guitar duties. Otherwise, the band's sound has remained essentially the same: a thick, gloopy stew of '70's metal influences, with a few dashes of dirty punk and psychobilly. Throw Motorhead, Ted Nugent, Molly Hatchet and Thin Lizzy in a barrel, and mash it all up with the Supersuckers and Nashville Pussy, and you get American Dog. And we wouldn't have it any other way.