This isn't some shitty "ironic" rock record by an Australian band with a boner for Deep Purple who decided to dust off the metal-by-numbers kit. They're the second coming of Black Sabbath, a six-day rock orgy that will drag you back to the days when guitar solos terrified small-town preachers, girls tore off their tops during concerts, and people raw-dogged it on shag carpeting. With its monster guitar riffs, machine-gun drumming, and a lead singer who sounds like Robert Plant singing off the edge of a cliff to an audience of unicorns (there's even a flute solo!), you'll be banging your head so hard you'll need to use both hands to keep your face from flying off.
