Title: Primitive flash
Product review: Most of this album is primitive and stunted, and all of it is pretty stupid. Yet there's no denying the Who Live at Leeds excitement of "The Coming of Prince Kajuku" or the raw, young flash of guitarist Mick Bolton's entrance into most of the tunes. Those raised on Michael Schenker (or Richard Thompson for that matter) will be embarrassed by the proceedings, but they should keep in mind that rock was never all about intelligence or restraint, and should be about kicking out the jams. By that standard, three fifths of this album is a rousing success. It's just too bad that two of the songs are way too damn long.
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