Imagine, if you will, the scenario: A TV studio downtown anytown USA, cameras roll for a pilot episode set in, oooh, the late eighties. The band playing whilst the two principals recite the TVM trite toss-mouthed drivel walk off the stage in a rough n' ready rowdyhouse and thus off the set. The lights fade and the other actors and extras express surprise that the actors playing the musicians aren't bothering to change back into their civvy clothes. Nope, it's not that they're scared of showing their (under)pants but that this is in fact, yup, you knew it, a real live band and they're just gonna pile on outta there and into their real world of playing in real dives, doll, dross, dirt and drug houses and debris harbors.

Fittingly then, Mach 5 play deviant Chuck Berry duckwalkin' boogie with a capital BOO! as befits a vocalist that fronted the Joe Perry Project and could have been the deciding factor in Perry's coke cure after aerating his larynx in his employers near vicinity as molecules migrate outwards and latch themselves onto Perry's cells crying out for coke, smothering them like asbestos squeezing dry a lung. His voice is a rusted pick-up speed parking for Bon Scott to get out, swiftly wrestle an alligator into a pair of boots and enter a mine shaft that is in fact the mouth of Brian Johnson and sets about scraping then hurling out these songs as sliversome slugs of snot.

A welcome cover of Tracy Ullman's hit 'They Don't Know' and a less necessary 'Under My Wheels' rub up next to the stuttering stalling 'Deadly combination' a heady warning roll call of toxic twosomes - Lennon / Phil Spector; Dolls / Pills, you know it folks – and the bullfrog blues bellowing 'Get It Up', surely something that got lost in the vomit of a booze blizzard when the 'DC were recording 'Fly On The Wall', and the positively Dion running into Springsteen on a New Jersey sidewalk in 1977 vintage Rocker 'Kandyland'.