Do you remember Rock'n' Roll? Bombastic, in your face and swaggering with attitude, the Backyard Babies third album, Making Enemies Is Good, is a decadent spin that crawls out of the major label gutter fist ready to take on today's stale scene and fight worthy enough to win.

Dropping the Gotterdammerung from the get go, the Backyard Babies let loose hard and fast on the opening melange "I Love to Roll". Asking "What's wrong with the world today?" vocalist Nicke Borg asserts it's the lack of drugs, sex, and, yes, even rock. But so the Backyard Babies have the answer?

It sure does look like it.

Redressing that precarious balance comes with ease for the Babies, who have done nothing but rock since their inception in 1989. But they aren't dinosaurs by any means. Making Enemies Is Good sounds fresh. The energy is new and exciting, the riffs don't imitate their predecessors and much as mutate them. This is a huge album, with seamless production that still holds surprises after multiple listens. Be it the apocalyptic countdown in "Brand New Hate" or the rowdy chants of "The Clash", MEIG maintains a high level of dirty proficiency that holds the attention both melodically and technically.

This is one of the best recent rock albums out there. It's loud and tough, sultry and scummy. A tight band, the Backyard Babies are able to mix up the rock and roll formula keeping each song distinct and interesting. Yeah, try saying that about most of the bands with guitars out there today. You can't, which makes the music here that much sweeter. It's current pleasure, not a guilty pastime.

The Backyard Babies nail rock without aspiring to popular trends or sounding too much like their ancestors. Making Enemies Is Good lives up to it's claims of superiority throughout the 13 songs found on this album - the hooks on song two are still there on song 12. A completely strong album that varies sounds and tendencies enough to keep it familiar yet unpredictable, this album is strongly recommended to anyone who likes their music loud, their love dirty, and their excesses plenty.