Amalgam is an accurate description for this Hollywood (where else?) based inductee in the sparsely populated barren desert of glam/metal. Big hair and bigger ideals govern their ideology as well as a steadfast and brazenly bold message that screams self-belief. Preaching the KISS/MOTLEY CRUE aesthetic of over the top showbiz grandeur the BVB's are a randy visual and audial concoction of (old) MOTLEY CRUE, AFI, AVENGED SEVENFOLD, (old) L.A. GUNS, SKID ROW, SLIPKNOT, etc. with smatterings of SLAYER and the pyrotechnical duel guitar wizardry of neo classical yore.

Sounds confused, convoluted even, yet they are adept at bridging the gap between 80's cock rock, Marilyn Manson's once domineering Gothic/shock tactics and the current infiltration of such incendiary music styles as Black Metal into mainstream culture, and therein is the rub (as 'ol William once said) and...the solution.
“New Religion” doesn't introduce itself subtly, opting more for the 'everything but the kitchen sink' approach. Utilizing all of the weapons in their arsenal-melodic vocals, counterpoint axe-isms, Joey Jordison sired percussive punctuations; all set within an emo'esque thrash assault. BVB aim to infiltrate, not segregate. “Fallen Angels” hearkens back to the preened and polished 'era of gargantuan drum fills and an over processed chorus so sugar coated it will induce tooth aches just by listening. Kinda (old) DOKKEN meets STRYPER by way of AVENGED SEVENFOLD.

BVB are heralding a new theatrical age for pubescent and twenty somethings', forgoing blandness for outrageousness and facial hair for eyeliner. I must confess that it is exciting to see youth clamoring for cartoon kitsch and fright wigs instead of tennis shoes and shorn locks. After all, Halloween is always more fun than career day.