The Bulletmonks - 'Weapons Of Mass Destruction'

German power rock unit straps on American-styled dirtkickers and go right to town in a highly entertaining boogie woogie snot ‘n roll jaunt.

Like France’s Boneshaker, a generous helping of watchful Euro rock bands with an affinity for American hard rock ala ZZ Top, Aerosmith, Guns n’ Roses, Dangerous Toys and Bang Tango are making their presence known on a global level. That being said, Germany’s Bulletmonks (who have members originating from as far as Canada and Australia) know durned well how to move your butt.

Their album Weapons of Mass Destruction could’ve enjoyed a plausible run in the late eighties with the right deal featuring mass exposure, which seems to be Napalm Records’ intent in the latter portion of the first decade in the new millennium: expansion of their core identity by tapping into the past. Those familiar with this label know their bread and butter is usually spread by Viking metal, black metal, Goth and symphonic prog.

Thus it’s a slight bit surprising—but wholly refreshing—to hear some good ‘n greasy rock ‘n roll distortion ala “Under the Black Sun,” “Downtown Dead,” “No Gain Just Pain” and “I Am.” To say Bulletmonks’ Weapons of Mass Destruction throbs is like saying Sarah Palin is one pissed chica these days. The final bar of “I Am” with anted-up cowbells and double-timed strikes are enough to give you a toothy smile, even as the next song “Canned Insanity” steps on the gas immediately thereafter ala early Nashville Pussy. Yes, indeed…

There are seldom few albums inside—much less out—the United States that move with such a Nugent-esque fireball lack of apology for its pan-fried objective as Weapons of Mass Destruction. While the Bulletmonks are likely going to appeal and cater to strictly a cult audience, there’s no denying those plugging in with this bouncing and motivated album are going to fall in love with it upon contact.