This 5-piece party-hard balls-out rock band is one of the newer bands spearheading an old school 80’s/90’s rock revival on the Sunshine Coast, and admittedly while I grew up during that phase, I was always the odd one out amongst my friends who were always going on about how much Guns’n’Roses, Motley Crue or Metallica rocked.

Sorry to say, I was too busy listening to Queen, Big Audio Dynamite and other ‘weird’ stuff that a 12 year old at that time shouldn’t really have been listening to.

So, thanks to Toxic Jungle, I get a little bit of an insight back into the passion put into this type of music.

I may just get chastised for saying that it’s a not technically challenging type of music, but that’s not the point of it. The whole idea of this music is having a fucking good time.

That’s it. Plain and simple.

I’ve seen these guys live now (at their debut), and there’s definitely a fanbase for this music, either from guys that grew up listening to this stuff, or the new breed who are bringing back the denim, the big hair, and the leopard print.

This Demo CD is pretty damn raw. But then, I think it adds to the flavour of the music. If this was all polished, I think it would lose all the grime and attitude.

It’s a massive track listing though, at 18 tracks long, these are all four to the floor, super bar chord riffing tunes, with paint-stripping vocals from frontman Huddo.

You can almost imagine these guys holding up in one share-house, mattresses on the floor, constantly partying and writing music and generally raising hell (and for some reason it’s making me want to go re-read The Dirt, the Motley Crue biography).

The drums are a simple, no-frills affair - they due there role of keeping everything moving. The bass is in the background, tying the other instruments together, and there’s the token lead guitar break with the rhythm still pumping out.

The songs are rockin’, but predictable, however that is the whole idea of this type of music.

If you happen to get your hands on one of these demo’s from the Toxic Jungle boys, grab a bottle of Jack, a bunch of mates, some ‘dirty’ women, chuck the CD in the stereo and fuckin’ rock out.

Simple as that.

Rooster.