Boston's Bang Camaro is more than a metal band. It is its own metal universe; a self-contained cosmos encompassing the last quarter-century of metal – pop metal, hair metal, speed metal, thrash metal, glam metal – writ large, loud, and proud.
Yes, you've heard all the riffs before, back when you were a kid hanging in a heavy metal parking lot in the 'burbs, cranking Dio or Iron Maiden, and plotting the weekend itinerary for the Def Leppard concert (cue up "Pleasure [Pleasure]"). Which is precisely the point. Like fellow throwbacks Waltham and Damone, Bang Camaro - a local supergroup of sorts comprised of members of some of Boston's best past and present rock bands (the Good North, Model Sons, Taxpayer) - is all about the good times that were shunted aside and put away all too soon when "adulthood" beckoned.
The Camaro's debut full-length rights this egregious wrong with tracks like the Thin Lizzy-esque, shredded-be-thy-name rock holiness of "Rock of Mages," the narcissistic grandeur of "You Know I like My Band," and, of course, a power ballad ingeniously titled "The Ballad" (one for the ladies, and lovers everywhere). Fear not: Bang Camaro have come to save our sorry, rock-depleted souls, and they're taking no prisoners. They've brought "electric fire," a gazillion guitars, and, like, 20 singers, dude. Sure, KISS may have had their Army, but Bang Camaro *is* the Army.
Added by indietickets on April 11, 2008