Reviews
2004-02-02
All of the Top Ten lists in the world aren’t
going to save the Dar
kness from their inevitable
fate as silly retro turds. Everyone else with a
copy of this promo/Frisbee must be on the pipe.
Heavy metal this bad
cannot suddenly be
cool just because a new generation has grown up
in the shadow of their sibling’s fascination with
butt-rock.
Permission to Land is a
treacherous ten tracks of wailing, squealing,
melodramatic vocals, those one-note intros and
guitar riffs from the eighties, done-to-death
arrangements, and shout-along choruses so the
audience can better relate to the band, and feel
at one with them. Turbonegro does the Big
Guitar/Wack-job-on-vocals thing brilliantly, but
they’re sense of irony is in perfect working
order, unlike these cash-in clowns who probably
laugh before the joke is even finished.
Jason Thornberry
