Cherie Currie

Blvds Of Splendor BLACKHEART Former Runaway finally comes home.

Alucky few may have bagged a truncated early copy of this starstudded, return-to-form third solo album from the former Runaways vocalist as it enjoyed limited release last Record Store Day, but its convoluted history reaches far further back than that. In fact work on these recordings (with ex-GN’R/ Velvet Revolver drummer Matt Sorum in the production chair) commenced in 2010. But life, in some of its more bizarre incarnations, got in the way.

Initially, Currie decided to concentrate on her chainsaw carving (yes, you read it right), then 2015’s Reverie album with her notorious ex-mentor Kim Fowley took precedence due to Fowley’s failing health, and in 2016 she suffered serious injuries while chainsaw carving (what are the chances?). It’s perplexing in retrospect that Blvds Of Splendor should have spent quite so long occupying Currie’s back burner. It’s a decidedly front-burner kind of record and, not to put too fine a point on it, her solo career’s been in virtual stasis since her debut post-Runaways outing (Beauty Is Only Skin Deep) of ’78.

Blvds Of Splendor positively drips with self-assurance. Currie’s vocal performance, which could be dramatic to the point of histrionic in Runaways days, now carries a strength and gravitas that suits her respected pioneer status. And her band?

Packed with high-profile A-list acolytes giving their very best (Smashing Pumpkin Billy Corgan, Slash and Duff GN’R, Brody Dalle, Juliette Lewis, The Veronicas augmenting a core combo that features Sorum, and Currie’s son Jake Hays), they’re clearly having a ball.

Exploding out of the traps with the all-Gunners-blazing Mr X, Blvds clearly means business and compounds the muscular groove with Roxy Roller (where You Drive Me Wild riffing meets Suzi Q dynamics). Corgan makes his mark with a Pumpkins-esque title track (all emphatic strings, pinging guitar harmonics, scrubbing acoustics and co-sung choruses). Force To Be Reckoned With swaggers with loose-ass Stooges hand claps and delinquent ‘na-na-na’s, while Rock & Roll Oblivion cranks up the drama to compelling effect, leaving the listener baffled as to why Currie hasn’t been making records like this for the last 40 years.

There are also, perhaps predictably, hand-picked covers. An emotive assault on The Air That I Breathe soars reliably, while a closing all-hands-(Dalle/Lewis/Veronicas)on-deck romp through The Runaways’ Queens Of Noise is pure ballsy joy.

An appropriately splendid return that’s more than worth the wait. ■■■■■■■■■■