After they had gotten their hands on all the spandex outfits Seattle had to offer, Holy Ghost Revival relocated their asses to London. Somehow that city seems like a better fit for these retro glamrockers who on “Twilight Exit” prove that pants that are too tight result in high vocals.
While Freddie Mercury would’ve no doubt approved of the pants that are so tight you can tell which religion they are, the rest of Queen would’ve no doubt approved of their music. As would Meatloaf. As would The Darkness. Because yes, Holy Ghost Revival doesn’t just come with a silly name, they also have silly, completely over the top cockrock songs that scream camp. And camp is fun. At least for a little bit. So I’m down with a little bit of Holy Ghost Revival. But not too much. If I really want camp, I’ll just go and rent The Rocky Horror Show instead!
Score: 5.5 out of 10
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