This one had me perplexed, ‘cuz the envelope said it was from Steve Perry. The Journey dude? That would have been something, right? Well, it turns out THIS Steve Perry is not the dude from Journey, he’s the dude from the Cherry Poppin’ Daddies, who you may or may not remember as one o’ those retro Zoot suit bands from the ill-fated “Swing” revival in the early 90’s. This explains why W.H.O. is on a major label (sorta – major-minor subsidiary, whatever), but perhaps not why this record rocks in such a (literal) historic fashion. White Hot Odyssey, see, is a super 70’s style glitter rock band. Oh, they may not clomp around in platforms or have stars in their hair (top hats and powdered wigs, however, are most certainly on deck), but they sure the fuck sound like they ought to on this utterly bitchin’ ode to mega-glam. W.H.O. have that same sorta feather boa fuzz n’ soul vibe as the latter-day Makers or Danko Jones, only they infuse it with the big pop hooks of the Sweet and purposely ham-fisted yelp-along choruses of Slade. Toss in the dumb fun sexual innuendos of AC/DC (“Ride the Snake”, “Lick the Pole”, “Spit It Up”) and you’ve got the perfect prescription for a glamtastic trip in the wayback machine.