Contrary to what my thoughts about him were in the past, Danny Worsnop is actually a man with salvageable pipes; he ought to stay far away from growling, though, because his attempts are simply laughable. With this new musical project We Are Harlot, Danny heads on over to Detroit Rock City by crazy train while finishing the last slice of a cherry pie that for whatever reason was left on the highway to Hell. In all seriousness, the band's self-entitled debut album is a weak, uneventful ode to classic rock with neither ambition, substance nor a whole lot of TNT. Boring doesn't even begin to describe most of the songs that make up We Are Harlot. Worsnop's passable hooks just aren't enough to save this from a whirlwind of sleaze-ridden mediocrity. It looks like another one bites the dust - and no, before you ask, the album doesn't have one or two instances of youth gone wild.
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