David Thigpen
July 30, 1993 AT 04:00 AM EDT

More surly drinking anthems from the patron saint of the blotto. Despite all his huffing and puffing, George Thorogood’s snarl of a voice and pedal-to-the-metal guitar work have a heartless, assembly-line quality on Haircut, his 10th album. It’s as if he were stamping out license plates, not singing the blues. C

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