“On the Prowl”literally” hunting “, sixth album of the Steel Panthers who return with a new bass player : Spyder (following Lexxi Foxx’s departure last year), it could anger purists and appear at an inexperienced glance a set of vulgarotte and sexist amenities that mimic the last decade of the 80s.
But attention is just as it appears, that is, a pure element of joyful spirit, a grotesque celebration around a simulacrum: the exhumation of the mummified grandmother (where the grandmother represents the original hair metal) complete with sunglasses worn at night.
Let’s have fun, grandma. So much is already dead! What’s wrong with putting a Hawaiian flower wreath around her neck? Grandma is dead. Long live grandma!
The Steel Panther they are basically the heavily sexualized and made in the USA equivalent of our own Nanowar Of Steel or the politically incorrect variant of the Twisted Sisters.
It is therefore necessary to contextualize the album for what it is or an unprecedented comic metal, of an exaggerated baseness of the lyrics, in which there are numerous references to the female reproductive organ, to particular sexual practices, to male impotence and to disproportionate use of drugs.
In short, don’t listen to him with children. Or at least not with children who understand American english well …
If you don’t have children or are willing to remove them from the babysitter after going to pick them up from school with your Lamborghini Countach LP500 and cottony and bleached hair, then it’s the album for you.
You have to open your minds and fortunately for us just open those, to sincerely enjoy the opening hat with: “Never Too Late (To Get Some Pussy Tonight)”Pulled black humor with a synth intro that’s already a whole program,”Friends with Benefits”With rhythmic guitar riffs from grating practically definable a hair musical standard, passing to“On Your Instagram”Truggent trace of denunciation to the phenomenon of catfishing. The passage that contains its true essence is sublime: “your skin was perfectly tuned / like Michael Angelo had nothing to do”. Michael Starr there is always a lot to do in songwriting and in the interpretation of them, always giving them great emphasis and often also bringing noteworthy sociological analyzes: “Put My Money Where Your Mouth Is”Musically banalotta and already heard with recycled guitar riffs and Uh! Ah! Hear yourself everywhere, for example, is a relatively interesting reflection on the phenomenon of cryptocurrencies and on financial trading on an invariably erotic background of rolls of ten-cent coins.
“1987″which will satisfy a nostalgic audience on an auditory level is instead an internal dialogue on times gone by, always unscrupulous, but with references to the great bands that created the genre : Dokken, Lynch, Ozzy Osbourne, Loudness, Van Halen…
An adrenaline-pumping mention certainly deserves it. “Is My Dick Enough”in which he participates Dweezil Zappa, son of the famous Frank that without taking anything away from Satchel (guitar) here makes a great scene, a guitar that enters like the girl with the angel face and the tight dress that makes all the ugly faces dressed in leather of the place turn. Captivating battery rhythm given by a very valid synergy : Stix Zadinia to the battery e Spyder on bass that complement each other going to give a thrilling feeling of expectation.
Who knows if performance anxiety will prevail or go into the hole? “Is my dick enough? / Enough for you? / Or should I call the guys in Mastodon too”Followed by a splendid solo by? Dweezil.
ROKKERSPRESS 