I don't want to draw the comparisons, but it seems inevitable. So Airbourne sounds like their down under fathers. Or do they? Yes, no, and maybe. Is Airbourne's latest No Guts, No Glory another sincere form of flattery? Okay, shit, they do sound like AC/DC. There, I said it (again).
No Guts, No Glory is balls to the wall kick ass boogie rock 'n roll. It's in the blood and music just like their forefathers. Call it redundant, and I'm sure the elitist media outlets, like Rolling Stone, are shitting on this band. Fraggin' alt/emo fags. Forget them, and rock your nuts off. Load up a case of your favorite brew, grab your gal and gang, roll the top down, put the pedal to the medal, and hit the beach. It's only rock 'n roll, and No Guts, No Glory is pure testosterone party music. pick any song: it's all beer, booze, boogie, and immense swagger.
Unfortunately, nothing here has the supreme catchy hooks and innuendo that made that other band famous. And there's probably too much here as well. Too much to the point of that aforementioned redundancy. But granddaddies AC/DC could do the same. Just listen to Black Ice. Nevertheless, on No Guts, No Glory Airbourne does what they intend: to be the new AC/DC for this millennium. It's the attack of the clones, but it freakin' rocks.
On No Guts, No Glory Airbourne does what they intend: to be the new AC/DC for this millennium. It's the attack of the clones, but it frackin' rocks.
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