In the waning days of the hair metal era, when even Poison had started to resemble a pack of bedazzled poodles, Battle Bratt emerged from the Los Angeles smog with their self-titled debut, a fistful of power chords and a sneer that dared you to call them "glam." Released in 1989 on US Metal Records, this slab of vinyl wasn't exactly a revolution, but it was a reminder that amidst the teased hair and eyeliner, some bands still remembered how to rock.
Battle Bratt's sound was a mix of Sunset Strip swagger and hard rock grit. Think Motley Crue with a dash of AC/DC and a sprinkle of Cheap Trick's pop sensibility. The band's dual guitar attack, courtesy of Tommy "Wildman" Williams and Johnny "Razor" Richards, provided a wall of sound that could peel the paint off a Camaro. Vocalist Jimmy "Diamond" Davis had a voice that could growl like a junkyard dog one minute and soar like a power ballad banshee the next.
The album's production, helmed by the notorious Bob Rock (who would later polish Metallica's sound to a chrome sheen), was slick but not overly glossy. The drums, courtesy of "Animal" Brown, pounded with arena-rock thunder, while bassist Billy "The Kid" Johnson laid down a groove that was as solid as a Harley's crankshaft. The album was recorded at the legendary Record Plant studios, where countless rock and roll legends had made their mark.
Lyrically, Battle Bratt explored the usual hair metal tropes: girls, partying, and living the rock and roll dream. But there was also a hint of defiance, a refusal to simply be another pretty face in the MTV crowd. Songs like "Metal Militia" and "Renegade" hinted at a darker, more rebellious spirit lurking beneath the Aqua Net.