More luscious layers courtesy of the velvet textured House of Lords, who've roped in Gene Simmons as executive producer - whatever that means - for another batch of serenades and puff chested anthems. I love this sort of stuff, which at the time may have been laughed at, but it's so epic, and the real definition of power ballads if you ask me, although don't expect the band to be so timid. Sure, this stuff seems of its time but play it back many years later and you would be moved by its exquisite production and the fact the band are effortlessly able to create so many moods, even if many of this are drenched in keyboards. I refuse to criticize it because it exists knowing its mission, it's big hair, and hairy-chested tones don't want to change the world, and I'm sure that more females than males may have succumbed to its golden tones, but 'Sahara' is so pleasant in the same way as reading a huge romantic novel. House Of Lords are one of those bands, like Bonfire, who you may have avoided back in the day, but I appreciate them so much now because heavy metal has always been a complex genre, whereas it was once so easily scoffed at. House Of Lords exist to paint pictures of love, blowing net curtains, and stretching felines who take the form of supple femme fatale's eager to slip into bed like the mist of dawn. Anyway, I'm sure you catch my drift, but if not, check out 'Sahara' and let it caress your soul.Thursday, 14 July 2011
House Of Lords - Sahara (1990)
More luscious layers courtesy of the velvet textured House of Lords, who've roped in Gene Simmons as executive producer - whatever that means - for another batch of serenades and puff chested anthems. I love this sort of stuff, which at the time may have been laughed at, but it's so epic, and the real definition of power ballads if you ask me, although don't expect the band to be so timid. Sure, this stuff seems of its time but play it back many years later and you would be moved by its exquisite production and the fact the band are effortlessly able to create so many moods, even if many of this are drenched in keyboards. I refuse to criticize it because it exists knowing its mission, it's big hair, and hairy-chested tones don't want to change the world, and I'm sure that more females than males may have succumbed to its golden tones, but 'Sahara' is so pleasant in the same way as reading a huge romantic novel. House Of Lords are one of those bands, like Bonfire, who you may have avoided back in the day, but I appreciate them so much now because heavy metal has always been a complex genre, whereas it was once so easily scoffed at. House Of Lords exist to paint pictures of love, blowing net curtains, and stretching felines who take the form of supple femme fatale's eager to slip into bed like the mist of dawn. Anyway, I'm sure you catch my drift, but if not, check out 'Sahara' and let it caress your soul.
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