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Classic Album Review: Buckcherry | Time Bomb

Josh Todd & co.’s second set is heavier, gnarlier & even more sordid than their debut.

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This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):

 


All lit up again? You bet your fishnet stockings and tattoos they are.

On this sophomore CD, L.A. sleaze-metal guttersnipes Buckcherry pick up right where they left off on their unabashedly trashy debut album, prowling the neon-lit Sunset Strip in search of all the sex, booze, sex, drugs, sex, rock ’n’ roll and sex they can find. And for these boys, nothing succeeds like excess — if anything, Time Bomb is even heavier, gnarlier and more sordid than their last album. Oh, they still love the cocaine; but now singer Josh Todd can’t decide whether to Slit My Wrists or drink some Whiskey In The Morning to ease his hangover. And when it comes to sex, even Mötley Crüe don’t write songs anymore as unrepentantly scuzzy as the expletive-drenched Porno Star. OK, so they’re not exactly wowing anyone with their originality — Time Bomb’s chorus lifts lyrics from N.W.A., and Riding’s riff is really just a detour on AC/DC’s Highway to Hell. But so what? They may not be saying anything new, but I’ll be damned if Buckcherry don’t say the same old stuff better than anybody else right now.