Old Head are a band that certainly pulls no punches and their album title says it all. Maximum fucking Rock.

When I read that the music was a mix of 70’s rock and old Megadeth I was definitely skeptical. That seemed like an odd combination to say the least. But slap me sideways with a giant bottle of vodka and a big fat barrel of rum. These grimy fuckers pulled it off.

This isn’t an album that will break new ground or make your head spin like Linda Blair. If you’re looking for brawly, gnarly, sweat stained rock n’ roll then Old Head are right up your rat infested alley.

It’s all very simple really. There’s no message to ‘get’ except to shake your beer gut and rock the fuck out.

Roaring out from the get go is a killer cover of Jethro Tull’s ‘Fat Man’. If you ever wondered what the Tull would sound like if Ian Anderson threw away his flute and spent an evening listening to ‘Killing is My Business..’ while getting drunk off his ass, then this is as close as it gets. In fact Old Head amazingly do the same with Black Sabbath’s ‘Rock and Roll Doctor’ and CSNY’s ‘Almost Cut My Hair’. Bizarre cover choices but damn do these guys know how to tear up a song and douse it in their own fluids.

There’s no shortage of ‘maximum rock’ on Old Head’s own material though. ‘Bleeder’ for example is an unholy combination of vintage Megadeth and early Annihilator. Only difference is Old Head replace the technical prowess of those bands with a huge dollop of balls out attitude ala Motorhead or Discharge.

The ultra catchy ‘Kill Kill Kill’ would make a young Dave Mustaine cream his pants in delight. The resemblance to the ‘’Killing is My Business….’’ sound is uncanny but Old Head are no rip offs. Far from it.

With Rich Hoak of grind legends Brutal Truth smashing the skins on barnstormers like ‘Libertine’ and ‘Stoner Grind’ you can’t help but slam your fist on the table and tell your girlfriend to get you a beer while you air guitar like a bastard.

This album is one for a Friday night. All you have to do is gather up your buddies, put on some dank denim jackets, grab some ice cold beer and pop this sucker in for an evening of ass kicking thrash n’ roll.