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If you thought the first album from these riff-peddling, cocaine-loving tattoo jockeys was just a little too subtle, Time Bomb is probably the kind of jolt you're craving. Draped in glam gladrags and permanently plastered with snotty punk smirks, Josh Todd and company strut through a dozen tunes that revel in bad attitude and riffs nasty enough to get 'em locked up in certain backwaters. Rather than clean up their act, Buckcherry seem hellbent on digging more fervidly in the dirt that spawned them, unearthing gems such as the Guns N' Roses-styled "Place in the Sun" and "Porn Star," a smile-inducing sleaze-fest that weds the attitude of Mötley Crüe with the musical sensibilities of the New York Dolls. The full-tilt riffs and one-track lyrical approach of the foot-stomping boogie blast "Whiskey in the Morning" (which features some brawny riffs from guitarist Keith Nelson) and the proto-punk "Ridin' " don't leave much to the imagination -- but there's something to be said for laying your cards on the line. Love 'em or hate 'em -- and they'd probably prefer to draw those lines clearly -- there's no denying that Buckcherry let you know where they stand. David Sprague, Barnes & Noble