I don't think I'll ever be strong enough to keep away from this kinda shit. Even if music is nowadays supported by numerous styles and/or attitudes, the fact is that a rough voice accompanied by some 'mean' riffs and a solid rhythm section will always be the basic principle of - in general - Rock 'n' Roll. To get the picture, just imagine this merciless world we all live in without AC/DC... Howl...
Soul Doctor is another band that I was unaware of its existence till now (fuckin' bands/projects overload...). It seems that the Germans have been running wild for some 4-5 years now. Yet, no rookies can these gentlemen be considered as. Vocalist Tommy Heart is a well known singer - a wonderful voice in the Hard Rock field - mainly for his works with Fair Warning, not to let aside his credits with both V2 and Zeno also. Heart and guitarist Chris Lyne were also members of earlier German band Heartlyne, so the connection is obvious. It must also be mentioned that ex-Bonfire bass player Joerg Deisinger contributed effort in the band's original lineup. That's also a good point to see what Soul Doctor deals with. Well, J.D. is not a member anymore while Jogy Rautenberg with Mario B. - both credited as Skew Siskin employees - build up the rhythm section. Enough data; now let the music do the talkin'...
W.A.S.P. instructor Blackie Lawless cried out back in 1986 his no-need for a doctor (I Don't Need No Doctor, a Humple Pie original tune) but I think this Doctor has the potential to save your Soul. A mix of both German and U.S. hard rollin' Rock sums it up to ten fine songs; it's apparent that the band put lots of effort into this album. Even if Eatin' On Me starts off with a bizarre 'sampled' production (I cannot overcome this grimace, apologies) it turns out to be a wonderful highway tune. Best Way To Fade does even better to your thirsty throat, so the sooner you grab a bottle of beer the better you'll recognize Soul Doctor's authority of making powerful Hard Rock melodies. Remember shoots out the lights; a good slow song. Yet, Where Do We Go carries on the same feeling - try to swallow this one out on a sunny afternoon (leave it for six months ahead?).
Ten Seconds Of Love (my favorite), She's Mine, Give Me A Ride (The Ride)... all remaining tunes are in the same vein. Some of Thunder, a little bit of Fair Warning, just a tiny L.A. Guns help, a glimpse of '90s' Bonfire, an Aerosmith hint; what the hell, you got the point. Add the appropriate production and here we are.
For A Fistful Of Dollars deserves to be treated nicely. It's a remarkable album, full of appetite for fulfilling your Hard Rockin' days and nights with dozes of quality music. I've already started looking for the band's previous discography. I'm really glad I got this one for review.