Pantherman’s Definitive – A Glam Rock Punch to the Gut
Alright, let’s get real here. Pantherman’s Definitive isn’t your polished, cookie-cutter rock album that tries too hard to be "cool." This is raw, unfiltered glam rock from the US, self-released in 2017 under their own label. It’s messy, it’s loud, and damn if it doesn’t grab you by the collar and shake you awake.
The tracklist? Short but packed with attitude: Pantherman (Rough Mix), Pantherman, Panther Walk, Give It To Me, One Man Band, 20th Century Man, and You Are My Friend. Yeah, they’re not exactly reinventing the wheel with these titles, but who cares when the music hits like a freight train?
Let’s talk about Panther Walk first. Holy crap, this one sticks. It’s got this sleazy strut that just oozes confidence. The guitars wail like they’ve been dipped in gasoline and set on fire, while the drums stomp along like a drunk cowboy at a bar fight. You can practically see the sequins glinting under the stage lights as Pantherman struts around, owning every damn second of it. It’s not perfect—there’s some rough edges here and there—but that’s what makes it memorable. It’s alive, y’know? Like, you can feel the sweat dripping off the band while they play.
Then there’s Give It To Me. Oh man, this song is straight-up audacious. It’s got this relentless energy that refuses to quit, kinda like someone shoving a microphone in your face and daring you to look away. The vocals are raspy and unhinged, like Pantherman just downed a bottle of whiskey before stepping into the booth. And those riffs? They’re sharp enough to cut glass. There’s no overthinking here—it’s pure, unapologetic rock n’ roll. If this track doesn’t make you wanna bang your head or punch the air, then I don’t know what will.
Now, sure, Definitive ain’t gonna win any Grammys. Some might call it sloppy, even amateurish. But honestly? That’s part of its charm. This album feels like a middle finger to all the overly produced crap out there. It’s gritty, imperfect, and totally unafraid to show its teeth.
Here’s the kicker though—listening to this record feels like finding an old mixtape in the backseat of a beat-up car. It’s nostalgic without trying to be, and it reminds you why rock music used to mean something. So yeah, maybe Pantherman didn’t change the world with Definitive. But for a brief moment, they made me forget mine. And sometimes, that’s more than enough.
Rock on, weirdos.
Floor Tuk - guitar
Jan Hendriks - bass
Frans Meijer - drums