Slayed?

This album had a few moments that weren’t too bad, but honestly, it also embodies everything I find distasteful and trashy about 70s tough guy glam rock. The whole time I couldn’t shake the mental image of the lifestyle this music seems to celebrate, like shirtless dudes in cut-off jeans, chugging cheap piss-water beer, ripping gas and belching like it’s a show of masculinity, all while parking their fleet of broken down cars in the front yard.

So yeah… I’d definitely say this album took me on a journey, but just maybe not one I’d want to take again.