As the years stretch on and amplifiers cease to invoke the terror and horror that once seemed their calling cards, bands that carry on the quest for overdriven sonics either focus or fall flat. The wall of noise just doesn't seem enough in itself anymore. Tasteless licks and bland distortion settings are now the most potent of insults, the calling cards of hamfisted hacks and unschooled novices. How ironic then that a band named Heavy Hands has moved into hard rock pole position with an album of proto-metal power and simplicity wed to the deftest of melodic turns. With every hook in its place, and a place for every hook Heavy Hands manage to create a sound all their own.