10 Songs, 38 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

This 1989 debut album went largely ignored because it got lost in the shadow of hair metal. Yet the sonic sucker punches fly fast and hard: “Hollywood” ranks as the era’s best rock ode to Tinseltown, “Hot Rod” mashes ’70s glam with ’50s rockabilly, and the proletariat weeper “Working Man” coulda been Skynyrd. There’s a hard-luck charmer (“Life Sentence”) and a rowdy Lone Star state shout-out (“Texas”), while “Can’t Hold Back” shows where Buckcherry learned their tricks. Junkyard rose from the denim-and-tattoo school of junky riffs, a near-deserted place on the Sunset Strip where Southern rock, white-boy blooze, and Johnny Thunders all brawled.

EDITORS’ NOTES

This 1989 debut album went largely ignored because it got lost in the shadow of hair metal. Yet the sonic sucker punches fly fast and hard: “Hollywood” ranks as the era’s best rock ode to Tinseltown, “Hot Rod” mashes ’70s glam with ’50s rockabilly, and the proletariat weeper “Working Man” coulda been Skynyrd. There’s a hard-luck charmer (“Life Sentence”) and a rowdy Lone Star state shout-out (“Texas”), while “Can’t Hold Back” shows where Buckcherry learned their tricks. Junkyard rose from the denim-and-tattoo school of junky riffs, a near-deserted place on the Sunset Strip where Southern rock, white-boy blooze, and Johnny Thunders all brawled.

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