Is there a sound that’s as grating as the hissing and clawing of two warring cats in the early hours of the morning? It turns out the answer to that question is yes, and that sound is Breakin’ Outta Hell by Airbourne. In a contest of ten minutes of cats vs the full hour of this album, you’d choose the cats and save 50 minutes of your life.
The songs are repetitive and every part feels like it could be picked up and copy pasted into any other track and you wouldn’t notice the difference. Not to say the songs are bad, but really you could make this a three song EP and not miss out on anything.
Lyrically, every song has to do with some combination of beer/pubs/hell/the man who turns down rock and how much he sucks. Airbourne are great live, I’ve seen them and I remember Joel O’Keefe climbing a Marshall stack about 11 amps high, but this isn’t a live review, this is an album review, and in all honesty listeners may struggle to make it all the way through. Primary school lyrics like “I work all day and rock all night, don’t stop me or we’ll have a fight” drained any care for this album long before it has finished.
Go listen to Back In Black or Appetite For Destruction and you’ll have a way better time, and if you really must listen to this album pick any three songs at random and you’ll have heard the whole thing. The reason this album still gets one and a half stars is because it was pretty great when Joel climbed that speaker stack way back in 2011.
BY NATHAN QUATTRUCCI
