I’ll never forget the first time I heard the moment in I Believe In A Thing Called Love when the second guitar solo transforms into a double-headed power chord beast. It was the biggest sensation my 14-year-old body had experienced to that point (well, second biggest). The British glam revivalists have held a place in my heart ever since. I really enjoyed their recent Melbourne show, but somehow managed to sleep on Hot Cakes – their first post-coke-meltdown album. Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us lacks the pisstake humour of their breakthrough material, but is still a decent display of rock‘n’roll showmanship.
The Darkness : Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us
