You can trust Louder
London’s Neon Animal love rock’n’roll and they hate everything else. They love it so much that three songs on this album have ‘rock’ in the title, and virtually all of them are about rock.
The tracks drip with menace and glamour, like a drug-fuelled escapade with well-dressed criminals in some filthy back-alley dive bar. They’re the feral step-children of Hanoi Rocks, the Rolling Stones, used leather and black latex.
Opener Rock’n’Roll War is so good it’s on the album twice, a sonic bullet to the brain. The title track and the slinky Rock’n’Roll Suicide are also highlights.
There is a ballad (Broken Mirror), but I choose to ignore it. Ninety per cent of this album is pure adrenalin-soaked scorch, and that’s plenty.
Came from the sky like a 747. Classic Rock’s least-reputable byline-grabber since 2003. Several decades deep into the music industry. Got fired from an early incarnation of Anal C**t after one show. 30 years later, got fired from the New York Times after one week. Likes rock and hates everything else. Still believes in Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction, against all better judgment.