By Michael Lewis, new guy

Ever wonder what Candlebox would have sounded like if Axl Rose had been their frontman? Right - me neither. This EP is chock full of bad, juvenile lyrics that would feel very timely if the year was was 1986:

"When she snaps her fingers, I come /
She cracks a whip, I run /
She bites my lip, I'm done."

These lyrics are married to the standard would-be-“Eruption” guitar solos, pounded out by sad, fat alcoholic fingers, all carried out with what seems to be a complete lack if irony: this band takes themselves very seriously.

Sadly, they'll probably be the next big thing. - 3/10 (0) Comments