After hearing 2007's R U Naughty Enough from Sweden's Naughty Boys, I said that his was a band to watch in the future. I couldn't have been more right. Destiny Calls, the Naughty Boys sophomore effort, is a huge slab of entertaining melodic hard rock. Excuse me while I pat myself on the back for just a moment. Destiny has called the Naughty Boys, and they have answered with a rock solid second release.
While many of their Scandinavian peers are trying to resurrect 80's sleaze and glam rock, Naughty Boys have been busy raising the bar by making well-composed and infectious melodic hard rock without the pretense and eye shadow. As with their previous outing, Naughty Boys blend melody and clever hooks over varied and creative arrangements. Destiny Calls may even be slightly heavier, as on Endless Pain or Light of the Day, or have a sharper metal edge at times with Destiny Calls or Time.
I don't know if the variations are significant to be called unpredictable, but Destiny Calls will throw you some curves. For instance, Don't Turn Around tosses the heaviness for a pure radio-friendly sound by weaving piano into deliciously catchy melodic rock. The piano returns on Eternity, a solid and passionate hard rock ballad. The rhythm section, especially the bass, gets the push on the very clever Broken (the piano is back, too) and the well paced Time with its cool chorus and brisk solo. This consistency of well-crafted and catchy melodic rock continues throughout on Destiny Calls.
On their sophomore release on Destiny Calls, Sweden's Naughty Boys have hit a home run. Powered by an engine fueled by infectious melodies, catchy choruses, and a turbocharged rhythm section, Destiny Calls is a brisk and formidable melodic hard rock machine. Very recommended!
On their sophomore release on Destiny Calls, Sweden's Naughty Boys have hit a home run. Powered by an engine fueled by infectious melodies, catchy choruses, and a turbocharged rhythm section, Destiny Calls is a brisk and formidable melodic hard rock machine.
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