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IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
I don't want to thump these guys too hard, but I'm going to have to rough 'em up a little. They should be applauded for trying to ressurrect the leather pants-and-fur coat, plaform-shoe-look of the glitter rock day; I mean, they're not short on image. Music? Well, they're a little short on that. The singer looks like a balding Micheal Monroe, and prattles on about chicks, booze, bars, self-loathing, and angst...and he's doing it to the tune of riffage that's been played over and over...and over again.
The outfits might make these guys look like they're from Jupiter, but the music makes them sound like they're from Los Angeles, circa 1990.
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