Also-ran southern rock week continues!
This *almost* gets there. Almost becomes post-southern-rock, almost works as hyperreflection, some kind of Girl Talk roundthehornin', especially on that reference-packed, winking Gator Country. I love me a reference-packer.
It's good fun, just shredding in all its overproduced self-aware glory, and I almost love it for all its badness. But it slips back into the valley. Limp pacing and a handful of repetitive songs with nowhere to go finally doom Molly Hatchet's debut to accidental forgetability 3/5
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