In an era where the two staples of music are bubblegum pop and rap/rock, rock in its purest form is difficult to find. For rock aficionados looking for an album to satiate their craving for a neurotic and egocentric frontman, screaming guitars and a prevalent rhythm section, Buckcherry's latest release, "Timebomb," will do. It also, however, provides a pretty clear picture of why rock is steadily continuing on its downward spiral.
Based out of Los Angeles, Buckcherry are the poster boys of a glittery '70s rock revival, with many of their songs resembling a second rate Cheap Trick or AC/DC. Similarly, they also loudly state their priorities: sex ("Porno Star"), drugs ("Slammin'") and of course, rock 'n' roll. The references to these staples of rock star life are neither subtle nor tasteful and for the most part completely fail to contribute to any sort of theme in any given song. It gives the album a crude and mindless overtone that could very well appeal at least to the mindless contingent of disaffected youth.
Then again, this is nothing new. For those who remember the band's eponymous debut, the Grammy-nominated single ("Lit Up") featured the chorus "I love the cocaine, I love the cocaine!" On the new album, "Whiskey in the Morning" is quick to state that the band (or at least frontman and songwriter Josh Todd) "still really love the life, drinking, snorting, smoking eyes, sweat leaf space case hands are shaking / can't stop drinking gonna die!"
The most striking thing about "Timebomb" is its explosive, non-stop energy. The only break in intensity is a forgettable power ballad, "Helpless." Todd proves he has the vocal strength to pull such a song, but the lackluster melody, clich