Crashdiet – ‘Generation Wild’ (Frontiers Records) Print E-mail
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Written by Fraser Munro   
Wednesday, 14 April 2010 06:01

crashdiet_GW_albumSweden's Crashdiet look like they just crawled out of the depths of their mother's make up box to raise pure hell, but maybe if 'Generation Wild' is anything to go by looks can sometimes be deceiving.

It hasn't been a easy ride for Crashdiet. 'Generation Wild' is the band's third album, each of which have featured a different front man.

Less than six months after the 2005 release of their debut album 'Rest In Sleaze',  frontman Dave Lepard took his own life after a period of depression. The curiously named H. Oliver Twisted (now of Reckless Love) took over vocal duties for 2007's 'Unattractive Revolution' but by 2008 the band were again without a singer.

This time up we are treated to the vocal stylings of Mr. Simon Cruz and underneath the super studio sheen of 'Generation Wild' he sounds well up to the mark.

'Armageddon' gets things rolling in fine style coming over as the bastard son of 'Creatures Of The Night' by Kiss and Skid Row's 'Here I Am' but unfortunately, as with much of the rest of the album, the slick production kills the spirit of the song stone cold dead.

Given the band's clear influences and the level of shit they have been through in their relatively short existence I had expected 'Generation Wild' to be bristling with raw rock 'n' roll aggression. However the filth and fury I had been excitedly anticipating has been transplanted with Tigertailz 'Bezerk' era studio gloss that simply doesn't cut the mustard some twenty years later.

While 'Rebel' may be Motley Crue by numbers it is still a great song, as is the brooding 'Save Her', which offers another dimension to proceedings.

Oh, how I wish this was a live album. Then future classics like 'Down With The Dust', 'Bound To Fall' and 'Beautiful Pain' would have been given the chance to live and breathe.

'Generation Wild' is kind of 'Leather Boys With Electric Toys' but with a Wigwam edge and none of the charm of the ever lovable Pretty Boy Floyd.

Perhaps if this was 1989 and I was a teenage rock chick I would be hailing 'Generation Wild' as the best thing since sliced bread. Unfortunately I'm not, and it isn't, but it could have been a real contender had the hit making production team of RamPac not inflicted audio castration on an otherwise decent set of tunes.