July 5, 2007

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Here’s one that bodes well (or ill, depending on your level of music snobbery) for a resurgence of hair metal, which is experiencing a groundswell around the MySpace mental asylum lately. Cinder Road singer Mike Ruocco assured me that he’s seriously into your Def Leppards and Bon Jovis, desiring to make “classic hard rock records,” a scary proposition being that most bands comprised of 24-year-olds never dig too deeply into the historical record (Papa Roach ripped off Skid Row again! Drink!). Ruocco’s a big Elvis/Beatles/Beach Boys fan, and that’s probably where the T Rex/Robin Trower-like riffs come from, handed-me-down through a time warp. Their songs work themselves into lathers of bubble-emo (on the title track especially), glam and Def Leppard hairspray, graciously avoiding blues, and only once lifting their ears up for a scratch from southerners (“Drift Away”). Only outright lift is “Back Home”’s bloodsucking of Goo Goo Dolls’ “Name,” but they get a pass for that, since… well, just think of what other ear-sores they could have picked. There’s a tangible buzz in the air about their possibly mopping the floor with headliner Candlebox on this tour, which will land at Hampton Casino on July 6. B

Cinder Road, Super Human
EMI/Caroline, 2007

Here’s one that bodes well (or ill, depending on your level of music snobbery) for a resurgence of hair metal, which is experiencing a groundswell around the MySpace mental asylum lately. Cinder Road singer Mike Ruocco assured me that he’s seriously into your Def Leppards and Bon Jovis, desiring to make “classic hard rock records,” a scary proposition being that most bands comprised of 24-year-olds never dig too deeply into the historical record (Papa Roach ripped off Skid Row again! Drink!). Ruocco’s a big Elvis/Beatles/Beach Boys fan, and that’s probably where the T Rex/Robin Trower-like riffs come from, handed-me-down through a time warp. Their songs work themselves into lathers of bubble-emo (on the title track especially), glam and Def Leppard hairspray, graciously avoiding blues, and only once lifting their ears up for a scratch from southerners (“Drift Away”). Only outright lift is “Back Home”’s bloodsucking of Goo Goo Dolls’ “Name,” but they get a pass for that, since… well, just think of what other ear-sores they could have picked. There’s a tangible buzz in the air about their possibly mopping the floor with headliner Candlebox on this tour, which will land at Hampton Casino on July 6. BEric W. Saeger