Banging drums and bit of melody bring the track to our speakers before we are enticed by such an energetic riff that succeeds in driving the song on – just like the music of my youth. Think LA Guns, Faster Pussycat, high hair and shares in Insette hairspray and spandex. The chorus is absolutely killer and is delivered like the rest of the track in true, attitude soaked, rock n roll and, there’s a cracking solo around 2:38 before a little pause returns is to that chorus, backed by some nice rhythmic thunder from the drums. Another cracking modern example of sleazy, hard rock from Wildstreet.