787. Brides of Destruction / Runaway Brides. 2005. 1/5

Having been drawn in to buying the first album, Here Come the Brides, by the lure of a project containing Nikki Sixx, John Corabi and Traci Guns, and having been unsatisfied completely by the results of said album, I approached this follow up release, Runaway Brides, with a positivity I probably didn’t completely believe. Nikki had moved on, and whilst the debut had its moments, could the sophomore release build on that? Or would it fail dismally to live up to any type of expectation? Sadly, in the long run, it is the second thought that dominates this release.

My greatest problem with this album is the lack of vitality in the music. At least there were songs on the debut that were up tempo numbers, ones you could drum along to on the table or air guitar along to. For the most part, Runaway Brides plods along at an interminable tempo with little to be joyous about I any form. If the band was looking for a latter day grunge of morbidity, then they have succeeded. But why would you head in this direction? Like so many ‘project’ bands, I guess you generally only do them to indulge in music that is different from what your main focus is. So, if you come looking for a Motley Crue/L.A. Guns knock off here you aren’t going to find it. What we do have here is some slow, grinding, passionless drivel, from the somewhat pointless intro of “Aunt Biente” which then moves straight into “Lord of the Mind” with its moaning monologue and motionless music, all the way through to “Dimes in Heaven” which with its grunge guitar riff that a thousand bands have played in the 90’s and lacklustre vocal performance isn’t sure whether it should be a punk or hardcore extravagance. Between these two extremities of the album there is some rather more ordinary material, with a couple of songs that break the mould and could be classed as ‘not as bad as the other tripe’. “Criminal” is awful. Truly, some of these songs sound like garage band demos, ones that have just been thrown together and then put on a disc. “White Trash” and “Brothers” especially sound like this.

There’s no a lot of doubt why this was the Brides’ last album. Sure, Traci went on to re-form one version of L.A. Guns, but this album and the material within just isn’t very good at all. Some may say it is vile crap. More is the pity after the promise of some songs on the first album. None of that promise appears here.

Rating:  And I’ll never say never again. Well, something like that.  1/5

Listen to full album here