ALBUM REVIEWS
FOZZY
Boombox
MASCOT Chris Jericho’s buffed-up rockers land a few body slams
Fozzy: Relax, don’t do it. Seriously.
POOR OLD FOZZY. It seems like their fight to be recognised by the more discerning metal buff is harder than one of Chris Jericho’s tussles in the ring. Sure, it’s easy to mock these dudes when Jericho is auto-tuned up to his eyeballs, and there is a pervasive nod to nu metal throughout their sonic portfolio. Yet within that gleaming pile of overprocessed bro metal fodder lies a swathe of catchy-as-hell tunes that deserves at least a passing glance.