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Velvet Revolver, Libertad
RCA Records, July 3

Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock (and who could blame you), you’re hip to Velvet Revolver’s meeting of mind-shaped-things between the totally rehabilitated-from-drugs-for-life Scott Weiland and the Guns n Roses guy in the Flavor Flav hat. Enough time has passed that we can cut Weiland’s old band Stone Temple Pilots some slack and forget about how nine-tenths of the rock world completely unjustly accused them of cashing in on Pearl Jam’s success, and by the same token we can forgive Slash for continuing to make GNR records like some sort of 80s-metal Gallagher when the airwaves had clearly been taken over by grunge (tm), music’s answer to the Big n Tasty McSandwich, of which STP partook big fat bites, ironically. Again with this album it’s a case of Slash revenging himself upon the tattered carcass of grunge by forcing Weiland to sing about LA sluts instead of making nonsense rhymes in grunge-ese like he used to, so the results are one big forked-fingered salute to Slash’s mad guitar skillz, with special props to “Pills Demons Etc.” and “Get Out the Door.” And hey, Weiland sounds just like Axl on “Spay.” BE. W. S.