I expected this to be an awful weak glam rock imitation from the UK...how wrong was I. Bitch's Brue may have a terrible name, the album cover may attempt some kind of Americanised hairspray pomp, but inside that black wax actually lurks a good little angry record. Fronted by the raven-haired Fiona Clarke, who also plunders through bass, this foursome actually grind out a leathery disc which acts as a cousin to Motley Crue's 'Shout At The Devil'. This ten-tracker may have the worst album title of all time, maybe the band were going for controversy, but not when we find out that the '...**ck' in the title simply means 'rock', but even so, these are petty quibbles for an album that really tries hard to make itself heard. 'Let The Boys', 'Jack Back Into Rock', etc, etc, are anthems of poverty metal, screams from British soil which never caught alight in regards to the Hollywood glam fad. A shame that Bitch's Brue would have been swept up under the carpet, because this is quite a raw record featuring some adequate guitar work and bassy sound. Not mind-blowing but it's always nice to come across records that slap you in the face when you least expect it.
I don't know a thing about Bitch's Brue, and I'm sure the band members are probably working in a garden store nowadays, but lend your ear to their sound, you could do a lot worse, because this has more attitude than a god deal of US-based fakery.
7/10
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