Airbourne

Never ones to deny their adoration and paraphrasing of home country heroes AC/DC, albeit with a bit more youth and piss'n'vinegar than the Young brothers have been able to muster as of late, straight-up rock quartet Airbourne produce more of the same on sophomore affair No Guts. No Glory. A collection of 13 tunes based in the blues, but expanded to feel slightly more guttural and hard-living, the album delivers nothing more or less than expected; it is a modest advancement on their 2007 debut, Runnin' Wild. The songs feel more refined and the tongue is planted ever deeper into cheek on tracks such as "Blonde, Bad and Beautiful" and "White Line Fever." Essentially, Airbourne never claim to offer great revelations on the future of rock, they just want to party and enjoy their existence. If that means not fixing what isn't broken, so be it. Unsurprising yet amusing and simplistic, No Guts. No Glory. is a bout of debauchery to be taken, and viewed, accordingly.