Hot Leg (Barbeque Rock)
To no one’s surprise, Justin Hawkins’ attempt to revive his career after the dismal failure of The Darkness’s second album sounds an awful lot like The Darkness.
There are nods and winks and ridiculous sub-Freddie Mercury falsetto vocal overdubs and big riffs and headbands (headbands!) and lyrics that are neither as stupid nor as dumb as they think they are.
The joke, not especially funny the first time, falls flat.
The comeback ends here. WILL FULFORD-JONES