Album Review: Stevie R Pearce & The Hooligans - "Major League Son Of A Bitch"
Some albums, the cover and title are enough of a clue as to what you're getting. And as if the title to Major League Son Of A Bitch wasn't a clue enough, the cover pic of four old school rockers who look like they've been dragged out of the dingiest backstreet metal club imaginable one of whom is about to swing a guitar at your head while chomping on a cigar had me anticipating an album of scummy nasty full throttle scuzz-rock in the best Motörhead/Zodiac Mindwarp/Four Horsemen style. Was I right? Erm, sort of. Stevie R Pearce and the Hooligans are one of those bands whose name I've heard without really running into any of their music (a couple of them have served time with Love/Hate and Warrior Soul in the past) but to be fair this album gets off to an absolute stormer with the pummelling riffs and barrelling aggression on Rip It Out and I'm On Fire reminding me of Slave To The Grind era Skid Row albeit thankfully without Sebastian Bach's screeching...