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The great sound of British heavy metal is something that can nearly make an album on its own. Crunchy, hollow guitars and a snare beefed up by gated reverb might as well be a time machine, watching the sands of time as you surf the new wave of British heavy metal. It's a few decades beyond Elvis Presley's suggestive hip-shaking, so bands needed to be a bit more provocative to garner attention through those means. The novelty value of three women dressed in black leather on the cover of an EP called "Oral Sex" would be the main selling point of this album if it was worth buying after the 80s, but the music just isn't very good.
The guitar and drum tones sound great, but the performances are nothing special. The guitarist sticks to typical 80s hard rock/metal stuff, I could take it or leave it, but it's nothing special. The drummer hasn't figured out that it sounds awesome when you whack your snare drum a lot, which as you already know in 2012 is one of the pinnacles of 80s heavy metal. There are a few build-up fills but they're really lackluster. I'm disappointed to hear straight-through playing on a record that chooses to confine its self-indulgence to the lyrics.
The vocalist is the centerpiece of the band, leading the music with dirty lyrics - any assumptions based on song titles like "Head", "Love Pole", and "Pearl Necklace" are probably correct. The last track is the most tasteless of them all, opting for a higher, childish tone, and singing about being 13-year-old jailbait, in those words. The lyrics aren't creative. The distraction tactic doesn't work there because the song sucks. The vocalist uses a very limited range and sings powerless, confined vocal lines that sound like dulled-down bubblegum pop. Soft singing all the way through doesn't work out here.
If you enjoy the style, it's worth a spin, but not much more. It's gimmicky and forgettable, it'll stick with you less than that pearl necklace they sang about.