Fra Rockatansky’s tur til Liverpool, januar 2003.

Kilde: www.gigwise.com/inter_re_views/12_feb2003/13_barfly_190203.htm

A real tale of the unexpected this one. They're called Rockatansky and guess what…they rock. But I mean really rock. I mean bottle of Jack, socks in your pants, amps to eleven, puke on your shoes rock. I mean shoot up and crash your Porsche into a police station rock. This is what the hammer-on was made for.

Kicking off with an indispensable R'n'R tale of a "Move to the ci-tay!" the Norwegian five piece produce a riff-heavy wall of sound emulating anyone who ever commited a cheesy lick to vinyl, from AC/DC right through to ZZ Top. A guitarist in a cow skin hat and his opposite number throw stadium sized poses whilst jumping off the PA with the exuberance of a kid who gets to the bottom of a slide and has to run straight back round for another go. Rockatansky sound thunderous as they demonstrate every cliché in the piss-stained rocker's manual and even manage to pull off a 'Na na na' sing-a-long. Incredible. Despite the fact that they're trading on a chapter of music history that'll sound corny for at least another 10 years their charisma and energy remain as infectious as a Whitesnake groupie.

By Tim Bruzon:: tim@gigwise.com