Somehow while living the rock 'n' roll lifestyle Red.Star.Line managed to find the time to whip up a whole album. Well done fellas it's more then Mr Doherty has managed to do recently.
As debuts go it's a more than adequate affair with Red.Star.Line mainly keeping safely within the lines of whatever genre they claim to be in. Something like indie rock with heavier moments, a sort of Queens of The Stone Ages minus the Nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijuana, ecstasy and alcohol.
Tracks like "Commerical Suicide" are a wondrous mesh of distorted guitars and fuzz bass with venomous vocals that rasp and spit. "Pure" is heavy rock by numbers effort that packs some serious energy and a grinding riff that has a certain The Cooper Temple Clause to it.
Efforts such as "Please Stop/Don't Stop" though mean that there are a few too many filler tracks that result in the skip button being pressed now and then. The fact that some of the tunes sound slightly like The Cribs mean that they stick out like a sore them and don't really belong on the record.
"Dead Man Driving" however shows the band's ability to finish off in style with a mighty epic that slowly starts off like a sombre Metallica acoustic number before opening up wide to allow a surge of power to come bursting through. It's one hell of a way to finish an album. Save the best till last some might say.