Boston Globe review of WATTS ON THE DIAL They may have nicked their moniker from the surname of reclusive Rolling Stones drummer Charlie Watts, but this Boston foursome is a lot less gentlemanly, and a lot more loud. The band members do have one thing in common with their namesake, though: They too play in a band built on a bedrock of riff-powered songs that have as much to do with swagger as they do melody. Watts also stoke the twin-engine guitar charge of Keith Richards and Ron Wood, although gruff-voiced singer-guitarist Dan Kopko sings better than both, and lead axe John Blout’s tough, blistering solos are closer in spirit to the knotty workouts of AC/DC’s Angus Young (songs like “Afterburn’’ are ripped right from the “Highway to Hell’’ playbook). Add to the stew a sweetening sprinkle of Cheap Trick’s rock candy, a helping of KISS’s cartoon glam, and a sturdy rhythm section to stir the pot (Neighborhoods/Dirty Truckers drummer Johnny Lynch and bassist Craig LaPointe), and you’ve got a failsafe recipe for an album that sounds like a night on the town. Sure, old-fashioned workouts like “Dancehall Days & Nights’’ tap an ancient vein that began with Chuck Berry and Bo Diddley and has mainlined through a billion garage-rock bands ever since; but that’s the addictive, enduring genius of the stuff. Yes, we’ve heard it before. And yes, we want to hear it again. Just ask Charlie Watts. - Jonathan Perry