The Dutch rockstar guitarist Adrian Vandenberg [Whitesnake] has returned with his VANDENBERG’S MOONKINGS band project and a new album titled MK II — out November 3rd via Mascot Records/Mascot Label Group
The album has all the attributes of the debut: a consummate concoction of vintage booty and hefty chunks of modern-style heavy rock.
Adrian Vandenberg radiates virtuosity, while the rest of the band including Jan Hoving (vocals) Sem Christoffel (bass) and Mart Nijen Es (drums) deliver grandly and eloquently to the conception.
“The last few years have been very important indeed...” says Vandenberg, “ [we] really get to know each other while on the road. It was then that I really became impressed by the abundance of energy that this band has. We tried to capture this on our new album. At the same time, we all grew individually.”
The release of MK II will be supported by tours and appearances worldwide. “I’ve been a professional musician for over forty years, but I am still as eager as I have always been and still have the feeling that I’m just getting started. I am convinced that we have many good years ahead with this band.”
We had a listen to MK II —
“Tightrope” [check below] is a sexy banger to start off proceedings with a raunchy riff laid down by the flying Dutchman and some groovy vocals from Jan the Man. The lyrics are smutty, bordering on ribald, but why the hell not?
“Reputation” is a sizzling cock ‘n’ roller with a lumbering heart and fizz in every cornice. The riff is worth the wait, both sexy and organic.
“Angel In Black” is twangy and smoke-ridden with vocals that slide into place like black-treacle on a tin plate. The sozzled atmosphere is sour-mash heady and sweetly dewy. This swanks and hangs loose like a honky-tonk cherub in a downtown joint. The number evokes “Slippery When Wet” era Bon Jovi. And, of course, that’s no bad thing…
The big track on this excellent album is “The Fire” — a haunting and über-commercialized pop-beast with its head in the AOR clouds but studded boots held firmly on the ground. There is a guitar that spits like an anxious dragon, and percussion that sparks sequins into a larval eruption… plus a well-behaved chorus that will bring shoulders together for a loving sway. The guitar-break is creatively luminescent and the whole thing peaks triumphantly.
This is precocious glam-metal, dramatically performed, with just the right amount of pedigree, quality and efficiency.
Words: @neilmach 2017 ©