Review by Paul Monkhouse for MPM
It’s great to have Sheffield rabble rousers Silverjet back with this swaggering tune, full of their usual rough-edged snarl and verve.
Swirling guitars and a chorus so sharp you could slice through granite, this is filthy hard rock at its most addictive.
The Steel City has a lot more to offer than the global phenomenon that is Leppard and the trio make their play for immortality, one wild ride at a time.
Imagine if Guns ‘n’ Roses had more dirt under their fingernails and were transplanted from the sunshine and smog of L.A. to the dark streets of this great Northern metropolis and you start to get the idea.
The coolest kids in town are back and ready to reclaim their crown, chrome knuckledusters shining under the street lights.
