People buying Blood, Sweat and Towers looking for intellectual fulfillment or songs to embody their pain will be sorely disappointed. The Towers command about as much subtlety as Mötley Crüe, playing with a loose, raunchy style that's glam enough to have sex appeal, but punk enough to have spine. It's more than evident on the track "Beaujolais," a song that sounds like vintage Guns N' Roses covering a long-lost T. Rex outtake. The new album is not without its missteps, but they're minor complaints when you consider the context. This isn't an album to appreciate -- it's one to experience.