Alice Cooper classics celebrated on Three Temptations From Alice By Essi Berelian Out now: A tempting trio from Alice Cooper on Three Temptations From Alice, as Trash, Hey Stoopid and The Last Temptation move to a more compact environment
Red Fang's Arrows is a barrage of barely controlled distortion and fuzzy riffage By Essi Berelian Out now: Less-than-serious stoners Red Fang return after half a decade with fifth album Arrows
The Vintage Caravan wield immense, primal riffs on the aptly titled Monuments By Essi Berelian Out now: behold the glory of the riff on Icelandic trio The Vintage Caravan's fifth album Monuments
Geoff Tate gives the fans what they want on Sweet Oblivion' Relentless By Essi Berelian Sweet Oblivion' Relentless shows it's all 'ryche now as former Queensryche frontman Geoff Tate revives the sound of his early years
Ego Kill Talent prove themselves arena-ready with The Dance Between Extremes By Essi Berelian Ego Kill Talent's The Dance Between Extremes is earworm pop-metal from Sao Paulo, Brazil
Thunder's All The Right Noises: enraged, engaged and thoroughly energised By Essi Berelian Thunder's thirteenth album All The Right Noises is an effortless masterclass in rock’n’roll light and shade
Drones rage hard on Our Hell Is Right Here, an album born of tribulation By Essi Berelian Drones album number two Our Hell Is Right Here: scorchio!
DeWolff's Wolffpack conjures up pandemic-defying feel-good rock’n’roll By Essi Berelian On Wolffpack, Dutch rockers DeWolff party like it's 1969
When You Found Me finds Lucero at their brooding, brilliant best By Essi Berelian Lucero's When You Found Me: just like going to the movies
Hearts & Hand Grenades lack heft on debut album Turning To Ashes By Essi Berelian Turning To Ashes is a solid debut that’s a bit more heart than hand grenade
The Wildhearts' 30 Year Itch is loud, atmospheric and buzzing with furious energy By Essi Berelian Anthem after anthem after motherfucking anthem!
King King's Maverick is a superlative demonstration of songwriting prowess By Essi Berelian King King's fifth album Maverick is a right royal triumph
Smith & Myers craft immaculate originals and compelling covers on Volume 1 & Volume 2 By Essi Berelian Half of Shinedown go acoustic on Smith & Myers' Volume 1 & Volume 2
Zakk Sabbath's Vertigo: you don't need it but you'll love it By Essi Berelian A nativity in black as Zakk Wylde's Zakk Sabbath replicate Black Sabbath's debut album
Massive Wagons' House Of Noise: joyful, silly, and stuffed with memorable songs By Essi Berelian Lancaster rockers Massive Wagons unleash the decibels with studio album number five, House Of Noise
Bad Touch: Kiss The Sky - tunes designed to put a smile on your face By Essi Berelian Bad Touch ain’t looking for nothing but a good time on fourth album Kiss The Sky
Elder's Omens: a behemoth of intricately proggy heavy psychedelia By Essi Berelian Thankfully no sign of Damian on Elder's fifth album Omens
Palaye Royale: The Bastards - primed to explode like a spectacular firework display of misery By Essi Berelian Sin City-based art-rockers Palaye Royale reinvent themselves on The Bastards and shoot for the stars
Buffalo Summer's Desolation Blue: cocky and formidable By Essi Berelian Welsh rockers Buffalo Summer up their game on Desolation Blue
The Night Flight Orchestra's Aeromantic: euphoric, life-affirming, and over-the-top By Essi Berelian The Night Flight Orchestra get their wings on fifth album Aeromantic
Those Damn Crows' Point Of No Return: energetic, merciless, irresistible By Essi Berelian Bridgend boys Those Damn Crows hit escape velocity on second album Point Of No Return
Airbourne's Boneshaker: loud, violent, and about as subtle as a punch in the face By Essi Berelian Airbourne's fifth album Boneshaker proves that they're rock’n’roll for life – and you better believe it
The Wildhearts' Diagnosis: a second wave of joyous noise By Essi Berelian Just what the doctor ordered as The Wildhearts deliver mini-album Diagnosis
Legend Of The Seagullmen - Legend Of The Seagullmen album review By Essi Berelian Aquatic tales of blood and horror, straight from Davy Jones’s locker
