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Brides of Destruction
Here Come The Brides
Sanctuary Records
2004
Brides of Destruction unites the talents of Motley Crue bassist
and songwriter Nikki Sixx
with L.A. Guns guitar virtuoso Tracii Guns. Drummer Scot Coogan has been in
a bunch of bands that no one has heard of and has spent the last however many
years as a studio musician (even slamming the skins for the once-popular boy
band All 4 One to earn a living). Singer London LeGrand has a name that sounds
like he's a rock star, but he's never actually made it to the big stage before
this record. Together the Brides have been touted as the hottest thing to
hit Sunset Strip since Crack.
This disc kicks off with "Shut the Fuck Up" (wow, are they intentionally painting big red targets on their backs for critics to take aim at?), a blistering dose of New York Dolls on amphetamines rock that veers closer to punk than Poison. The second track, "I Don't Care", follows the same sonic trend.
By the third song, "I Got Gun" (not I've Got a Gun--they are Metalheads, remember), they start to mix things up a bit, lapsing into an Alice In Chains-meets-Aerosmith groove that doesn't suck, but it doesn't really rock either. The sixth song on the disc, "Natural Born Killers," sounds like it could have been culled from a Guns 'N' Roses outtake, and the following song, "Life", sounds like a cross between Jimmy Eat World and Queen--very weird. I hate it when bands like this try to be "diverse", just rock dammit! At the same time, though, it does display a great (if not particularly unique) vocal talent in London LeWhatever.
The biggest highlight of this disc, however, is the return of Tracii Guns--on of the Metal Age's most overlooked guitarists. He flips killer leads and rhythms all over the place, making me almost nostalgic for L.A. Guns.
Overall, Brides of Destruction sound like they would be a great live band (especially after drinking about 14 Vodka Collins'). Unfortunately, the club vibe is hard to capture in the studio and Here Come The Brides is not a CD I would spend a vast amount of time listening to unless I had 18 Vodka Collins--five beers, a glass of wine and three shots of whiskey only got me a song and a half into this beforeI turned it off.
--Felix
Thursday