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2008 has crowned its official party band – Big Cock. Loud, crude, rude, arrogant, pompous and aggressive arena rock is not dead – it’s burning up the Arizona desert on its way to world domination.

Motherload is the third release for this Arizona band, and if you are in need of a true, senseless hard rocking band, grab some Big Cock. Ehh…no pun intended.

Big Cock’s style ranges between the bluesy hard rock of Lynch Mob and the gritty straightforwardness of AC/DC and yet turn their skills in to something you can throw in your car today and just drive. Lead singer Robert Mason – who was the lead singer on Lynch Mob’s second release Lynch Mob - is as strong as ever vocally. His sandy vocals are reminiscent of singers such as Junkyard’s David Roach as well as Buckcherry’s Josh Todd, but with enough originality to be his own, showing no signs of wavering. There’s even a Roger Daltrey style scream (ala Won’t Get Fooled Again) in M.I.L.F.. Between the scorching anthems of Get a Load of Me and Live to Rock, the band is a force to be reckoned with.

David Henzerling’s guitar riffs pound through each track, and are so infectious you can almost sing along to them at times. That’s rare for a guitarist to accomplish. But David has honed his chops over the years, spending time as King Kobra’s guitarist (then going by the moniker David Michael-Philips). Solos run rampant throughout the songs, and they flow effortlessly beginning to end. Drummer John Covington is the best around this side of Phil Rudd and bassist Colby (too cool for a last name) kept the thundering bass lines solid throughout it all.

Lyrics are so deliciously cheesy at times (such as in M.I.L.F. - “You got a woman’s touch, and experienced fingertips – I wanna get in between those child bearing hips; you’re my stay at home queenie – my personal I Dream of Jeanie” and Live to Rock’s “I spread my seed across this land, swallow me down – I’m your medicine man”) you have no choice but to take them for what they are and just enjoy the tune. It doesn’t take long before you’re singing or tapping along. On the flip side, lyrics to such titles as Don’t Ask Me to be Faithful sound so tongue-in-cheek that it might be hard to know if it’s another Dangerous Toys’ Sportin’ a Woody or is there some personal reflection behind it?

The most disappointing thing about this disc is that it clocks in at roughly 35 minutes. That’s like finding out your “E” ticket is no longer good after hitting only half the rides.

The metalheads who regularly read my coverage of the harder Norwegian metal will find this review hard to swallow (eh…that one slipped) but quite frankly, this disc is going to be the best hard rock release of 2008.

Do yourself a favor, and get some Big Cock today (shit…it just seems to write itself….). If you’re in the Phoenix area March 12th or May 9th, catch Big Cock live opening for Winger and Jackyl.

Enjoy Built for Speed: