After four years of discographic abstinence, an abnormally long time for the Canadians who until then were used to be more fertile, Monstrer Truck finally comes back to hit our ears with a fourth album. On the program, a good old hard rock with vaguely southern hints, full of testosterone and made for the stage.
Simple and gruff, the recipe is proven but the first three albums have shown its unstoppable efficiency. "Warriors" doesn't try to change it. Everything is there, the federating refrains, the rough riffs, the melodies that cling to you like an IRS agent, the burning soli. All tracks have the tenacious allure of instant anthems that one swallow on like a good beer, installed in a smoked rade by tapping the foot.
How can you resist 'Fuzz Montain' and its galvanizing chorus, 'Golden Woman' which goes straight to the point or 'Country Livin' whose influence is announced from its title? Only a little over half an hour, the listening goes very fast, helped by chunky tracks that rarely go over the four minutes. The Canadians are masters of this traditional big rock in its essence but modern in its vigor.
However, in spite of a goldsmith writing served by the perfect interpretation of the four musicians, "Warriors" finally leaves a mixed taste in the mouth. For what reasons? Because the band just recycles the same formula from one song to the other, abusing these choirs as playful as mechanical. Because the good surprise of the beginnings has evaporated. It was of course already the case of "True Rockers" but this one benefited from a stronger, more striking menu. Voluntarily locked in its comfort zone, Monster Truck now purrs more than it roars. Its know-how ensures a solid road holding, explaining the real pleasure of this fourth effort, but it would be well inspired to take some risks, to force its talent a little more. In short, to surprise us!