Released: 2007, Perris Records
While classic eighties rockers like Poison and Tesla waste our time this summer with bland covers albums, grab a beer and the new one from Adrenaline Factor, a spirited release of classic balls and blues rock ala vintage AC/DC. Sporting a singer schooled in the squeals of Mark Storace or Jesse James Dupree (we won’t say Bon Scott out of respect), Adrenaline Factor pack a real punch with their rawkus party rock. With down and dirty guitars by former Dangerous Toys/Dirty Looks axe man, Paul Lidel, and a rhythm section that plays with punch, these guys put together an album to waste away the summer with. Although they’ll be spending their dog days driving from dive to dive in Texas, these guys could happily kick up the dust and tear down the roof in any saloon or watering hole you frequent, and you would thank them for it when you picked yourself up off the floor with ass appropriately kicked.
If you like your rock raw and unrefined, this will be a treat of the finest quality. Booze, bitches, and blues are the themes of these anthems of debauchery. Opening with “Ride,” a tune to put the top down on your convertible and blast out that teenager sitting next to you at the nearest red light, this record starts on a high note and keeps the party going for ten tracks. “Seven Beer Bitch” is a “tasteful” Roth-era, Halenesque number about the about the effect that some of some of nature’s lesser darlings have on men after a few too many brews. “Wrong Number,” with its driving beat and instant classic chorus will be a favorite on your first listen. What makes this disc a treat, though, is that it doesn’t get boring and packs a good bit of variety. Yeah, the barn burners make up the majority of the trip, but there are some offbeat cuts like the slower and nasty “Bad Habit” or “Hook Slide” and the Hammond organ-drenched, Deep Purple-infused closer, “Goin’ Nowhere.”
To say these guys wear their influences on their sleeve would be an understatement, but what they deliver ends up feeling more like the work of good students rather than imitators. Like their simple album cover, which is merely a plain red logo on a black background, these guys deliver basic meat and potatoes rock and roll, something that has been sorely lacking in the rock world for some time. Get out your old, cut-off shorts and your most faded AC/DC t-shirt, put this in, turn it up, and party.