Killer Hearts are a blood-soaked, leather-clad, electrifying Rock N Roll band based out of Houston, Texas. Formed in 2015 and led by brothers Brandon Barger on guitar and Jerrie Boy Barger on vocals, Killer Hearts have been spreading their Southern Sleaze all over the US for the better part of the last decade.

It’s 2025, and Rock n Roll is crying out for the sleazy underbelly to rise up. It’s been way too dormant recently. Think The Black Halos, Dead Boys, even pre-Apetite Guns n Roses. There was an air of danger about Rock n Roll, it wasn’t meant to be liked by your parents. It was made by people who were raised on giving zero fucks but had enough suss to pick up a guitar and know how to translate the songs their forefathers had handed down. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Killer Hearts. Long hair, inked bodies, low-slung guitars and an attitude to make you think twice. No fancy artwork, just something that paints a picture as to what you might expect from the music contained in the sleeve.

 Drawing influences from the proto-punk and early Glam Rock of the 70s while adding in some riffage and guitar work reminiscent of early NWOBHM, Killer Hearts’ sound is a sonic melting pot of all of the above. Hell, they had a split with The Fuckin Hip Priests and covered Doctor Doctor, so these cats have paid their dues up to now.

The album kicks off with a peacock riff-a-rama opener of ‘Time To Bleed’ imagine touring with Motorhead and The Black Halos and taking something home from each of them. A great hook and stinking delivery all fist pumping and snot looking for a fight and finding one. Five minutes give or take a few seconds is a brave opener before the cocksure strut of the title track is punk n roll at its finest.

To be fair, most of the album skates around the four minutes and some mark, but each track contains a napalm grenade of energy. ‘High Temptress’ is a thumping ball of energy, jabbing the listener’s eardrum, demanding your attention. They’re not reinventing the wheel here, nor do they claim to its just great songs played with energy, conviction and purpose and their steadfast belief in the evil powers of rock n roll.

‘Warpath’ is probably the closest this ship of pirates sails to NWOBHM, with some meaty riffage pounding away with big gang vocal chorus just for good measure. Hang on, flip this bad boy over, and the duel guitars scream into action on the bombastic ‘Bedlam For Heartbreak’ just as you are getting comfortable, they change course for a very handsome trip down some Lords OF The New Church tracks as ‘Burning Mask’ has plenty of phase and tribal beats before a lush chorus to get lost in. ‘Demolition Love’ adds a touch of classic Alice Cooper and it’s fair to say early Kiss to the mix with more proof that Killer Hearts have Rock n Roll coursing through their veins on an absolute banger of a track.

Closing the record with the smash and grab of ‘Dance To Destroy’ sounding like the UK Subs jamming with Motorhead, it’s a rapid closing track just to let you know they’re not leaving quietly, it’s burn it down and leave town quickly. Killer Hearts have just delivered an excellently rounded slice of hard-rockin’ punk n roll that leaves nothing to chance and shows that sleazy Rock n Roll is alive and well and still kicking and screaming, leaving a beautiful trail of destruction behind itself. Get hold of this record or just ask your local record store to get a copy in, or else you’re sending the boys round. Buy IT!

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