Label: Roadrunner Records/Loud & Proud
On the middle-aged rodents' first album in 11 years, the first four cuts ogle bad ladies' backsides hookily enough. But in "Last Call," tempos speed up, and then for five tracks straight, the band wallops you with indelible riffs. Stephen Pearcy snarls snottily through the studio echo like he was still 25, not 50: wailing like a fire siren, grinning like a Cheshire Cat in the Garden of Eden, slavering over your silver spoon and alligator boots, remembering when Loverboy rhymed "weekend" with "deep end." Last time Ratt made a record this fun, hair metal wasn't even called hair metal yet.