Back in the day, Bowie took these guys under his wing, and it shows, as this aches with much of the same glammy, Ziggy-era longing and desperation. The fact that Ian Hunter sounds more than a little like David Bowie certainly doesn't hurt either.
On the other hand, there's also a more straightforward element, with piano and backbeats that evoke goodoleboy rock from the likes of Thin Lizzy or early Bruce. This is feelgood glam, exceptionally sunny for a style that largely slunk in beerlight rainslick shadows, and that gives it a flavor all its own.
Despite those pleasurecenter checkmarks though, there's something just missing here, a lack of magic, a subtle drag in the pacing, an absence of clear melodic lines through the business. Guess we can't all be Bowie.
Heck, even Bowie was barely Bowie 3.5/5
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