RATTLESNAKE REMEDY Magic Man
From page 61 of Classic Rock Magazine November 2006
A load of old cobras. Rattlesnake Remedy may be hard-touring and wellintentioned, but the last thing most people need right now is a British band whose touchstone albums are Guns N’ Roses’ Appetite For Destruction and Love/Hate’s Black Out In The Red Room . No matter how much they might try, UK combos have never been able to emulate the Sunset Shtick of the 1980s. It’s no use pretending you’re from California when you’ve got a beer gut hanging over your spandex and you’ve got a Brummie accent as thick as a graduate from The Timothy Spall School Of Elocution. Magic Man is as selfconsciously sleazy as they come, and the awful, shrieking vocals make Love/Hate’s Jizzy Pearl sound like the epitome of restraint.
It’s not that Rattlesnake Remedy don’t mean it, just that they just don’t sound authentic. We’d suggest they move to LA, but they’d likely find it a depressing experience. There’s hundreds of bar bands out there who are already substantially better than them.