“I snogged the drummer,” she said. “That’s cool!” I replied, “Uhh, isn’t it?”
The conversation above was my second introduction to The Wildhearts. The first was watching them open for The Darkness a few years back. Justin and the boys are no more, but The Wildhearts (old timers by then already) still live on and are doing their best to burn out before they fade away. But, being forged of pure, brutal, UK METAL they seem to be built to last.
As Ginger said from the stage that summer’s eve: “We’re from England. It’s a tiny little country, with tiny little cars, and GIANT GUITAR RIFFS!” The eponymous latest album continues and improves on that tradition. I’m no metal guy, but there’s something here for any and every metal fan, nay, for any and every fan of Rock ‘n Roll!
If you think Heavy Metal’s gone down hill since Alice Cooper and Judas Priest, you’ll love this album.
If you miss the good old 80’s days of Megadeth and Metallica, you’ll love this album.
If you miss the good old 80’s days of Warrant and Winger, you’ll love this album.
If you grew up on the grungy, punky, industrial mix known as “90’s Alternative” you’ll love this album.
Mix in a few choruses that would make Cheap Trick proud and some guitar passages that would make Joe Satriani weep and you’re pretty much all set. The album is import only. So, fly yourself to Great Britain and check them out. If you’re lucky, you can snog the drummer.
