Just enjoy it, they certainly do.

Never judge a book by its cover (unless it's "Mein Kampf" perhaps); it was easy for me, when seeing this Scottish all-female trio, to think of Kittie or Crucified Barbara and demean it as a hammering Metal album with little regard for fun before the laser had even touched the plastic.

What a fool. This second album is full of sassy attack, chock full of souped up riffs and bursting with brilliance. There is no such thing as contemplation here, but if a rush is what you want, you can surely have it, but with a nod to craft and a Heavy Rock tradition.

'Hot And Heavy' is so simple, glorying in the riff and unleashing an elastic solo. This is undeniably sexy and entirely on their own terms, no conforming here; the riffs are dripping with old style Hard Rock attitude. 'Son Of A Gun' has only this, nothing else to distract and if some of these tracks are a little too simplistic (possibly 'Give 'Em Hell'), there is always a slightly different offer, something with more care, still Sleazy and grimy but low slung and with a love of the music that has gone before ('Daddy's Got Money' particularly). In Gill the band have a guitarist who mainlines that love in every note.

Reminiscent of a pissed off Young Heart Attack, they are bound to be compared to Girlschool and that would be such a shame, The Amorettes deserve their own room to breathe, this short, sharp punch in the ribs with a leery grin surely demands that.

Just enjoy it, they certainly do.

Steve Swift