The New Musical Express thinks The Darkness should be destroyed, as the antithesis of everything the NME stands for. Of course I'd rather keep The Darkness, and let the NME be destroyed instead.

The Darkness play full-blooded rock anthems of the kind we haven't heard from a new band in years, with songs titles like "Get Your Hands Off My Woman" and "Love on the Rocks with No Ice", and gratuitously sexist cover (What's wrong with being sexy, as Nigel Tufnel would say) Imagine a rawer version of Thin Lizzy crossed with the heavier end of Slade's glam-rock, with a bit of Spinal Tap's self-parody thrown in for good measure.

It's not quite perfect; singer Justin Hawkins overdoes the falsetto vocals just a bit, and the guitar solos could be a a little bit widdlier, after all, cock-rock is supposed to have ejeculatory guitar solos! Still, at just 38 minutes, the album doesn't doesn't overstay it's welcome, and certainly isn't burdened with filler.