Not hardcore, nor superstars, with their ninth album the long-slogging Swedish band still sound like they’re on the cusp of a breakthrough. For some reason they dub themselves ‘street metal’, but that’s a misleading tag best ignored (along with the honking album title).
They’re nothing more than good-time, beer-friendly, girlfriend-on-shoulders hookmeisters, with some admittedly brilliant songs. Hardcore Superstar want to be bad boys. They chug and sneer on Are You Gonna Cry Now, and give it their best GN’R curled lip on Won’t Take The Blame, but they’re far better at the melodic stuff.
Above The Law sounds like a lost classic you found in the tape deck of an 80s Testarossa, Too Much Business is a rabble-chanted joy, while Stranger Of Mine starts as a cowboy torch song and builds into a swooning, strings-attached climax of the kind that Wembley encores are made of. They might still soar.
