"The Bullycats are coming", their website warns. "Lock up your spandex jumpsuits". OK, I made that last bit up. It wouldn't make sense to surrender them, anyway, since the Winchester five-piece, whilst not being quite as unsubtle about their cock-rock roots, as say, The Darkness, still seem to aspire to the 'high-pitched vocalist/big riffs/long solo' formula.
On the whole, their four track demo is uninspired and follows the aforementioned criterion to a T, which ultimately leads to them sounding like a pub band covering Black Crowes, Led Zep and Creedence. However, all is not lost; second track 7th Floor is original, catchy and funky to boot, and is easily the best thing here. What's more, the lead singer doesn't sound like he's auditioning for Stars In Their Eyes as Robert Plant.
I'd love to say that The Bullycats' music is big, sweaty leather pants; but in truth, they would appear to have the charisma, if not the talent to succeed.