IN SPACE, NO-ONE CAN HEAR YOU SHRED!
What’s the first thing you envision when Bullet For My Valentine pop into your mind? Aside from, “Oh man, I need to bust out my Poison 12-inch again,” you probably conjure up a sweat-and-beer-stained image of a gruff, leather jacketed gang from the alleyways spewing thick, visceral, no-f***s-given rock’n’roll, the likes of which your mum would wish you’d turn the bloody hell down, Jonathan! It’s a school night!
But alas, that was the Bullet of yore. Math class is over, you’ve long clocked out of your last shift at Maccas, and the Bridgend blokes are now a shimmering bastion of heavily caffeinated pop-rock. But y’know, a good one. The kind you’d actually want to show your mates, and not just furtively bop along
