Pretty convincing glam-sleaze, Sally Cato on vocals does indeed have a cat-scratch fever, only downside being their rendition of 'Metal guru'. I'm a Bolan worshipper so even a good cover if his work will not be praised by me...call it religious naivety. Anyway, Smashed Gladys play a pretty raw groove, bolstered by Cato's rawk-rawk, the band probably playing the drunken rock 'n' roll star vibe a bit too much, but I'm sure alot of mascara was smudged in the recording of this debut. Meatier than Kiss, more fulfilling than L.A. Guns, rather predictable but good time party metal. A shame that these kind of bands always seem to base their entire look on Marc Bolan yet remain bereft of panache or glitter despite the pouting and big hair.
Okay, '17 Goin On Crazy' is wham-bam-thank-you-mam glam rock, played simple, and it certainly works better with Cato on the vox instead of drafting in some pretend glam god-cum-ladyboy, and the trademark Kiss stomps do intervene once too often. But...but...there is a charming quality to Smashed Gladys, I'm just being picky for no reason because it's clear that these kind of bands only exist to be rock 'n' roll, even if the authenticity is often questioned, but you know what you're gonna get so just take a swig and crash the party...and then go home and play New York Dolls instead.
7/10
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