There’s a certain frustration to watching The Wildhearts.  Not because of the band themselves, but because of what should have been.  That blend of Metallica‘s riffs and Cheap Trick‘s hooks could have been the biggest thing to come out of the UK in the 90’s.  Christ, I’ve lost count of the number of bands that have borrowed/stolen from them.  And yet, record company uselessness and personal implosions meant that the best alternative rock band we have, never quite reached their potential.

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