Boston's Bang Camaro is more than a metal band. It is its own metal universe: a self-contained cosmos encompassing the last quarter-century of metal -- pop metal, hair metal, speed metal, thrash metal, glam metal -- writ large, proud, and loud.
Yes, you've heard all the riffs before, back when you were a kid hanging in a heavy-metal parking lot in the 'burbs, cranking Dio or Iron Maiden . Like fellow throwbacks Waltham and Damone, Bang Camaro -- a supergroup of sorts consisting of members of some of Boston's best past and present rock bands (the Good North, Model Sons, Taxpayer) -- is all about the good times that were shunted aside and put away as "adulthood" beckoned.
The Camaro's debut full-length rights this wrong with tracks like the Thin Lizzy-esque "Rock of Mages," the narcissistic grandeur of "You Know I Like My Band," and, of course, a power ballad ingeniously titled "The Ballad." Fear not: Bang Camaro has come to save our sorry, rock-depleted souls, and it's taking no prisoners. [Jonathan Perry]