Released in 2004, Automatic Thrill marked the swan song of Gluecifer, my favorite bad boys of the Scandinavian hard rock wave of the nineties; a final, thunderous statement that once again brought the essence of their music to a boiling point. The album is a high-speed trip through smoke-filled clubs with grimy stages, a cocky and swaggering punch to the face wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. The massive guitar sound, somewhere between punk-like precision and antisocial, slightly ... read more