Riff Raff was a legendary rock magazine based in London in the late 80s and 90s. A genuine working class rock mag, written and edited by "the lads" in a drug-N-Jack-D-fuelled haze, it was just too R n’R for its own good, falling behind more trainspotterly publications like Q, Kerrang, and Mojo. This website is an archive and kind of shrine to the writing of its greatest "hacks," most of whom have faded in embarrassing middle age, with at least one of them having a Smule account.
It might be a case of too little too late for the US dick rockers. Ridiculed in the past for being the poor man's Van Halen, circa Dave Lee Roth, they have tried to move on. Mine is full of that soulful, Motown feel. Whilst the flamenco-tinged For The Damned and Laughing With The Dead are both decent, gutsy rock n' roll tunes. But everything else here just blurs and falls into a stagnant pool of stompin' n' squealin' histrionics. Yup, the flashy party rock syndrome. New Model Army once said that "Only Stupid Bastards Take Heroin." I say, only stupid bastards buy Bulletboys. Grade D
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