Four Foot Head by Mr Brown: A Rock Riot That Punches You in the Face (and You Like It)
Alright, let’s get this straight—Four Foot Head isn’t just another rock album from '98. This sucker slaps harder than your ex’s goodbye text, and it's dripping with Aussie grit. Mr Brown and his crew didn’t come here to play nice; they came to kick down doors, crank up amps, and remind everyone what real rock ‘n roll feels like. Sure, it’s got pop-rock hooks sharp enough to cut glass, but there’s also a classic rock backbone that keeps things heavy when needed. Produced by Regie (Peter) Bowman and Mr Brown himself, this thing is raw, loud, and unapologetically chaotic.
Let’s talk tracks because not all of them hit the same way. First up? Liar Liar. Oh man, this song grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. Rusty’s vocals are on fire here, snarling through lyrics that feel like they were spat out after one too many beers at a dive bar. The guitar riffs from Mr Brown? Absolutely filthy. They’re crunchy, punchy, and leave your ears ringing for days. If you don’t headbang to this track at least once, you’re either dead or lying about being a rock fan.
Then there’s Playing With The Devil. Holy crap, this tune is pure adrenaline wrapped in distortion. Venom’s drumming absolutely murders—it’s relentless, pounding away like a jackhammer on steroids. And those lyrics? Dark as hell. It’s the kind of song that makes you wanna light something on fire while screaming into the void. Not saying we condone arson, but damn…you’ll understand when you hear it.
The rest of the album? Solid gold chaos. Tracks like Sweet Sixteen bring the catchy hooks, while deeper cuts like Peaceful Resolution show off some surprising emotional depth. Even the mastering by John Roberto deserves props—it’s polished without losing that raw edge. These guys knew exactly how far to push it before crossing into “overproduced” territory.
But here’s the kicker: listening to this record feels like getting punched in the gut—and you kinda love it. Maybe it’s the rebellious spirit, maybe it’s the sheer audacity of blending pop sensibilities with rock fury, or maybe it’s just Rusty’s voice sounding like gravel soaked in whiskey. Whatever it is, Four Foot Head sticks with you long after the last note fades.
And honestly? That’s rare these days. Most modern music sounds like it was made by robots trying to sell sneakers. But this? This is human. Flawed, loud, messy, and unforgettable. So yeah, if you haven’t heard Four Foot Head, do yourself a favor and fix that. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors complain.
Random thought: I bet Venom named himself after the band. What are the odds?
