There's one thing about Australians - and especially about Australian vocalists in rock bands: they've never really been what you would call backward about coming forward. Bon Scott (OK, yes, we know, he was Scottish by birth), Angry Anderson, Jimmy Barnes, Joel O'Keefe... they all have one thing in common: the first time you heard them sing, their larynxs jumped outta the speakers, grabbed you by the balls and made you LISTEN!

One other thing they all have in common: they were/are all male... the land of Oz hasn't exactly had a reputation for producing female vocalists that produce the same sort of effect. Until now. Step forward Phoebe Pinnock, the leather underwear clad frontwoman with the rather unusually named Heaven The Axe - a woman possessed of the voice of an angel dragged through all seven levels of hell, all at the same time!

It's her entrancing blue eyes that stare, hypnotically, from the cover of the sextet's self-produced and long-awaited (it's been picking up regular airplay is in this little corner of the world, thanks to Rock Radio) debut - and the effect when you hear the music is somewhat similar!

The album's title sort of sums everything up:  seven tracks (eight if you're lucky enough to have got your grubby little mitts on one of the limited edition pre-orders available through the band's website) of down 'n' dirty, booze- and sex-soaked rawk 'n'f'n' roll.

Each song is built upon the firm foundation of the rhythm section of bassist Tim Aldridge and drummer Tommy Rossell, who play with such an intensity that you can almost hear the sweat bouncing off the snare and G-string (told you there was a sexy album!), while the guitars of Steve Watts and Mat Silcock grind and growl, snarl and snap, twisting their way inside your soul with riffs that then grab your heart and pull it out through your chest cavity. Opener 'Enemy' forces you to sit up and take notice, with Phoebe spitting her words with the venom of a disturbed snake, warning you of the fate that awaits you should you dare to try to ignore her and her band-mates. 'Masochist' and the motorcycle roar of 'So Nirvana' are both electrifying, while 'Glue' summarises the tightness of the band, the songs and the production. Somewhat surprisingly, that album finishes with the ballad 'Unconditional Love' which really shows the range of Phoebe's voice.

This definitely is one album that it is worth searching the net to find (actually, we'll save you the bother - it's www.heaventheaxe.com): or, Facebook that long-lost schoolfriend - you know, the one you hated and blessed the day they decided to emigrate to Melbourne - and offer to screw his wife (again!) in return for him posting you a copy!  Now, where's me beer and me missus?