- December 10, 2012
Rock and roll is a strange beast, one in which attitude counts uber alles. Buckcherry are an exceptionally good band, their playing excellent, their arrangements tight, their performance well-drilled, their sound bang on the money. The lean, sharp-cheekboned and perfectly tattoo’d Josh Todd is a strangely subdued ringmaster, his voice perhaps suffering the effects of their fourteen-date tour, but he nevertheless presses every frontman button perfectly on cue. The songs are big on chorus, big on sex and drugs, big on rock and roll. They really ought to be awesome, but something is missing. And that something is menace.
Concorde 2, 7 December 2012