This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
What do you get when you cross AC/DC, Aerosmith, Rocket From The Crypt and a big ol’ tube of Lepage’s model adhesive?
Well, if you do it right, you end up with Gluecifer, a quintet of self-proclaimed former Oslo sniffheads who obviously took their heads out of the bag long enough to become the nastiest, sweatiest, black-leather-and-sunglass-wearingest riff-rock mob since their equally destructive pals The Hellacopters. This six-track EP, a teaser for an album due later this spring, collects the best tracks from a handful of their recent European singles — 25 minutes of Marshall-overload crunch, squealing feedback, wah-wah solos, chugging basslines and songs about manly living, rocking, foul moods, rocking, paranoia and, oh yeah, rocking, all delivered with the relentless, skillful fury of a savagely methodical ass-kicking. The best you can hope for it to take it like a man without whimpering.
