Sick Puppies Attack The Senses With Guns Blazing

The Aussie group benevolently referred to as Sick Puppies implore their devoted fan base "Stick To Your Guns". They do so by employing fire hose intensity until they've spent each penny they can afford to hurl at us in the name of getting after what we really want out of life. Major chords with suitable under the surface unrest suits Sick Puppies beautifully here. This threesome exerts tons of snarl trying to get to the top of its philosophical mountain. So when they get to the peak, their drive is laser focused on getting you as far out of your comfort zone as possible so the winning race horse wreath of flowers can be draped around your historically exhausted neck. Sissies need not enter into this puppy bunch's particular litter. The chords climb from gathering footing to talons firmly on top ready to claim a co-conspiratorial role as your life coach/motivational speaker. The sound rattles much like an earthquake zeroing in on an unsuspecting swath of the populace. You know the devastation is coming but shielding your gaze would deprive you of the toothsome fun of voyeurism. Lead vocalist Bryan Scott doesn't want to pester you into being an entirely new man since reality dictates DNA holds some sway in what changeling aspect of your personality you have access to. He wants you to know flat out what cards are available to you in this game and that put up or shut up time has you squarely in its sights. Storm clouds gather, as Emma Anzai hellbound bass makes plain. Mark Goodwin stirs dormant take charge urges on drums which only makes "Stick To Your Guns" an even larger declaration of shackled independence. The style in which bass and drums tag team to warn the listener that avoidance as a strategy is a pretty abhorrent idea earns Sick Puppies an additional injection of masculine mettle. Not that anyone was questioning the band's ready supply of Y chromosomes anyway. Do or die splatters throughout the body of this blood pumping track. Bryan alerts you to the concept that, somewhere deep down, your sleeping giant awakens. It would be shameful if you didn't allow the ogre to rage where he pleases, as he pleases. Be the confidence laden director of your own life story. "Stick to your guns. Pray to your god." If ever innocence was yours to know intimately, it has long since been dispersed on the miserly breeze. Only you can reverse the tide of terror that threatens to pull you under and leave you a tragic water logged memory. At times a kick in the rear can help us summon up the stones to address the path we're seeking. "Stick To Your Guns", in attempting to keep audiences in forward march mode, likely stands to leave said audiences with a profound stick to the ribs aftershock much the way a salivary gland heightening plate of ribs would. These Sick Puppies know the status of their mental health and therefore have fought hard for their right to howl. They've held and kept a beat where alpha males stand to lean into their state of control while betas learn what it's like to grab the conch to preside over their personal Lord of The Flies circle of sharing.