Ted Nugent: Shutup&Jam!

Ted loves animals. That’s why he kills them.

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A new album from Uncle Theodore used to be the very thing – there was a ringing in your ears and you knew it was the call of the wild. And to be fair to the preposterous Nuge, he hasn’t altered his template a jot. He was as adept at this stuff with the Amboy Dukes, as he proves here on the flag-waving Screaming Eagles or the instrumental Throttledown.

Surprisingly nostalgic in his liner notes, Nugent wastes less lyrical sympathy on his enemies – ie the human race in general. Commie vegans need not loiter here. It’s hard to tell whether he’s just a wind-up merchant when you come across I Love My BBQ, a song that won’t figure on Morrissey’s end-of-year ‘best of’. This is the weirdest track here, and it sounds like it crawled off Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart’s Bongo Fury.

Old mate Derek St. Holmes (a one-man Spinal Tap) turns up on Everything Matters and Sammy Hagar guests on She’s Gone. Neither is great. Do-Rags & A.45, wherein the Motor City of Ted’s birth burns, is a guitar-fest, however, and so’s the MC5-flavoured title track. Imagine being his therapist.

Max Bell

Max Bell worked for the NME during the golden 70s era before running up and down London’s Fleet Street for The Times and all the other hot-metal dailies. A long stint at the Standard and mags like The Face and GQ kept him honest. Later, Record Collector and Classic Rock called.