Twenty-five years since the height of nu-metal, the revival is going full steam. Aficionados old enough to remember the genre’s heyday will know that there’s something missing, mind: the steroidal machismo, Jackass-devouring stupidity and sheer censor-baiting outrageousness that made the likes of Limp Bizkit , Kid Rock and Bloodhound Gang the guilty pleasures of a whole jilted generation.

It’s free real estate for Silly Goose . Simultaneously co-opting the maximalist bombast of those acts, while skewering their more cringeworthy tendencies, full-throttle second album Keys To The City sees the Atlanta crew unleashing an unapologetic balls-out swagger.

Tasty riffs are in plentiful supply. The spring-loaded attack of a song like Neighbours, for instance, manages to evoke both Alien

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