There must be something in the air. Yesterday, I reviewed the “new” re-recorded version from the band I first saw live. Today, it’s the band who were second on the bill in 1991, when 16-year-old me saw his first concert.
And to be truthful, L.A. Guns could have played “Taste It,” the big opening statement of intent, that night too. It is—let’s say—not about what you’re having for lunch. “The way you taste below,” sings Phil Lewis, and as we’ve said before: if it’s got Lewis and Guns in, then it’s the real band. Double entendre? Nah mate, just sock it to them right between the thighs.
These boys are doing “Lucky Motherfucker” like it’s 1989. They just have a way of sounding filthy. “Grinder” doesn’t hide it. The best thing about L.A. Guns is how unapologetic they are, and “Hit and Run” nails it. “We’re just having fun,” sneers Lewis, as only he can.
The guitar throughout is mighty, but particularly so on “Don’t Give Me Away,” and the slower one, “I’m Your Candy Man,” still has lustful intentions. “Runaway Train” is a slice of acoustic-tinged bluesy fun. “Following the Money”—a proper ’70s glam stomper—ranks as a highlight. And as ever, bands like this excel at ballads when they want to; there’s a beauty to “The Masquerade.”
That said, you know they’re happier with “If You Wanna”—and you know they do. Always.
They are one of the originals. They’re still one of the best. There’s still magic in this here sleaze, and they aren’t apologising to no one.
“Leopard Skin” is the result.
Rating: 8/10
