Airbourne don’t get any less ridiculous on their fourth album, nor any more sophisticated. While Joel O’Keeffe insists he’s breakin’ outta hell on the title track, by the sixth song he can feel himself “slipping into hell’s door”. Entendre barely reaches the level of double – “When I was a boy, I played with my toy, every single day, ooh it was a joy,” insists Down on You, a celebration of cunnilingus that might as well be called I Really Like Cunnilingus. Still, it makes a change for a hard rocker to be giving pleasure rather than demanding it. But hard rock albums stand or fall by their riffs, and Airbourne have them by the truckload. They’ve seen no reason to evolve their modus operandi – listen to AC/DC, then make it faster and harder – but why would you, when you’re making albums that whizz by in a blaze of overdriven guitars and terrace choruses?
