When Buckcherry hit the scene in the mid-'90s, few would have predicted that the raunchy, stripper pole/retro-hair metal outfit had a 15-year career ahead of it, let alone a Grammy nomination. Despite the nearly complete dissolution of the band in 2002, Buckcherry managed to embrace the subversive tenacity of chief inspiration Mötley Crüe by ignoring the naysayers and keeping the train running with a pair of well-received albums that successfully rebooted them back into the biz. Like their studio albums, Live & Loud 2009 doesn't bring anything new to the genre, but the band's juvenile, infectious choruses ("Crazy Bitch," "Lit Up"), boundless energy, and occasionally sloppy execution prove that while they may not have invented the "Sunset Strip bad boy" image, they certainly know how to revel in it. ~ James Christopher Monger, All Music Guide
Has any party band been less rock & roll fun than Buckcherry? Self-appointed saviors of sleaze, the L.A. scuzz rockers are disciples of the Sunset Strip circa 1987, singing songs of crazy bitches and cocaine, scored to second-hand Aerosmith rip-offs stripped of boogie so they're turned into lead-footed stomps. Rock & roll doesn't need to be complicated -- it's often better if it isn't -- but if it's going to be the soundtrack for a night of binge drinking at strip clubs, it damn well better make wallowing in filth sound irresistible, not drudging. Buckcherry dutifully hit all their marks on their fourth album Black Butterfly -- the greasy guitar, the snake-dancing vocals, rhythms designed with a Texas lapdance in mind -- so that makes the record no different in form or function than their other LPs. Here, they piss on the Dead Kennedys, swipe power ballads from Mötley Crüe, and pluck Guns N' Roses. This could be tempting toxicity -- music you know is bad for you but you can't resist. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide
A few months before the release of Buckcherry's long-awaited sophomore album, the national press proclaimed that classic rock was back, as if rock -- classic or otherwise -- had ever gone away. Buckcherry most definitely had, though, for four long years, and the group that returned sported three different members than the one that had left. But their timing was impeccable, as evidenced by the success of "Crazy Bitch," a taster for this set. The thundering "Bitch" has a decidedly Aerosmith feel, not surprising when you discover that band's producer Marti Frederiksen co-wrote one of the numbers within 15, the lavish power ballad "Sorry." "Carousel" also echoes with sounds of the past, and is hands down the best song Rod Stewart and the Faces never wrote but should have, with guitar solos that reverberate of Ron Wood and a gorgeous melody that grasps your heart and never lets go. And then there's the tasty country-fried blues of..."Brooklyn"? Sure, why not? There are rednecks in the Big Apple, too, but who knew you could hear such mean slide guitar and great bluesy riffs in that borough? Moving forward in time, "Everything" boasts some ringing U2-ish guitar, but the song itself has a much more '90s alterna-rock feel, one of several tracks that fall into the now well-missed genre. And at the far end of the spectrum comes the likes of "So Far" and "Broken Glass," the former a storming hard rocker, the latter pushing toward hardcore, both perfectly bookending this stunning set. So no matter how you like your rock served up, Buckcherry dish it with delight, and you'll be wolfing it down and demanding more. ~ Jo-Ann Greene, All Music Guide
From the get-go of "Lit Up" right on through to "Drink the Water," Buckcherry doesn't let up on their self-titled disc -- it's like a blast of fresh air clearing out a stale room. Buckcherry returns to the raucous edge of rock while avoiding the pitfalls of veering headlong into metal land. Melodic and concise, these guys keep your attention much like Guns N' Roses did on their first disc. Helped out by Terry Date and ex-Sex Pistol Steve Jones in the production department, Buckcherry is quite a stunning debut. (And say, could Buckcherry be an anagram for that pioneer of rock & roll Chuck Berry?) ~ James Chrispell, All Music Guide