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ADAM WEST
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'Got A Minefield Exploding In My Chest...'
 A peculiarly named combo, unless they imagine they're actually
collectively some sort of superhero, Adam West seemingly don't just
gatecrash and career around the globe in an instant but crash every biker
bar and club house from Arizona to Australia where they chew scorpions and
use snakeskin umbrellas, wearing Russian tank hats they made out of old
prehistoric mammoths they breathed on and broke through the ice and snow
and drive hot-rodded boneshakers made of some of the most powerful
chest-beating alpha rawk boogie that vibrated my earwax for a good long
while. Opener 'Bulletproof' is like being battered by bovines hung up in
an industrial freezer, thrown your way by equally bovine Rocky Balboa, and
such buffalo-shouldered brute force shudders by you're on a late night
underground train half-soused, shuttling and being shunted all over the
option. Like a bunch of Cro-Mag men on the loose in a primordial mating
and munching morass they arm-wrestle stoner-sludge grooves into a
slaughterhouse of smoky sleaze...'Without your hips I would explode' on
'Until You Kiss Me' the epitomy of woman as all-powerful being sending
primitive, tho definitely moving, man all into a lather...'Freeway to your
heart' on 'Megalomania (Is My Only Vice)' sums up the polluted biker
boogie ethos. This is brazen, fast, sleek wheeled, monstrously muscly
macho Rawk only marred by the pointless CD only track at the end,
pointless widdly guitar heroism that isn't even funny, just boring and
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-Stu Gibson |