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Following
on from the success of the superb 'Karma' album Frontiers have released
another Kip Winger album. This time going back two years to 2007
and the reformation album of the band started by Kip with his brother
Nate and Peter
Fletcher back in 1969. When Kip was a much younger mere seven
years old.
The album is purebred
Hard Rock and is the combination of nearly forty years in this mad cap
world we call Rock. The album might be two years old but it still has
that unique timeless feel about it.
As the album get's
underway with ‘Out In Outer Space’, you feel that this album could
have been written yesterday. A driving guitar start courtesy of
Fletcher leads nicely into Winger’s unmistakable vocals, while brother
Nate pounds out the back beat. A great start to the album.
‘Nothing But The Sun’
is a more gentler track, semi acoustic in nature but still a great rock
track with a great chorus to sing a long too. The mellower mood
continues with the intro into one of my favourites off the album, the
great ‘Your Revolution’ which starts of slowly but soon builds into
a monster slice of modern Hard Rock.
That same modern rock
vibe is carried on with ‘Dead Stung’ before another great ballad in
‘After Your Heart’. Again Kip delivers an almost perfect vocal
on this song which could easily have featured on any Winger album.
Another favourite track
has to be ‘Albatross’. Again a slow builder full of moody bass
lines and a stirring guitar riff from Fletcher, although one track where
Fletcher really shines bright is on the groove filled ‘Jimmy And
Georgia’.
The pace is picked back
up with the rocker ‘Rack Of Greed’ and the excellent ‘Love
Inspector’, a real gritty rock anthem that has to be my favourite of
all the great rock songs on this excellent album.
You get even more groove
for your buck with the massive riff bundled ‘Joy Ride’ before the
album comes to a close with probably the best rock ballad of the album
the mind-blowing six minute plus wonder that is ‘Wooden Shoe’, which
rounds off a great album and again shows the calibre of Kip Winger.
If the band toured instead of Winger themselves next year I’d be
knocking down the doors of venues to hear these songs live such is the
calibre of this album.
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