Let's face it, make-up aside, how on Earth did this band get a record contract and convince millions of rock fans that they were Satan's new breed of anti-hero ? I'm dumbfounded by the lethargic plod of these guys who somehow, even fresh out the blocks of their career manage to sound like old timers at the end of their careers. I see their bizarre reign over America as some kind of dumb initiation for metallers, people who tragically missed the boat with Zepellin, Sabbath, just check out Simmon's strains of 'Goin Blind', and the playground boogie of 'Let Me Go Rock n Roll', peculiar to listen to as anything more than entertainment that surely had the lifespan of a year or so and yet somehow still survives to this very day. The UK had T-Rex, The Sweet and Slade, and despite some cheesy, camp moments within their discographies, the atrocity of Kiss allows us to forgive small errors in our own artists and cackle a hearty laugh at the expense of such cracked glamour, because Kiss never were any good. Believe me, Satan himself wouldn't have owned up to holding such trash under his leather wing...
4/10
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