From Austin, Texas, Young Heart Attack rock like it's 1986, this is, for thirty-five minutes, a pure metal, fist-pumping, headbanging, adrenalin fuelled rollercoaster. If you like early Crue, AC/DC, Fastway, Zep, and that ballsy, flame-grilled rock 'n' roll then grab this record. Frenchie Smith's guitars are searing, the album rarely lets up, vocalist Chris Hodge has that '80s mentality and fist-throwing energy, and yet he's backed by the lustful cries of Jennifer Stephens who, on the title cut comes in like a 1983 Vince Neil, at one adding sexual presence and a wide range of curvy and wailing vocal attributes, giving the listener a brand of rock 'n' roll that's not been heard for a long time. Bands such as The darkness attempted this kind of straight-down the line, Hellfire rock but there was too much cheese, 'Starlite' brings to mind The Who, circa, 'Wont Get Fooled Again', 'Misty Rowe' could almost be a timeless brainstormer. The riffs churn on and on, the drums crash and clatter, and this has the cheeky strut of AC/DC all over again, a melting pot of Texan rock that sets the place alight with the raging 'Tommy Shots'.
It's a cracking record, and this band should be big because what they do is for real.
9/10
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