I recall seeing the cover all over the place in the heyday of metal. The stone facade seemed rather mundane compared to some of the band's more sexual album covers of the past. However, I didn't care, I never liked Whitesnake in the slightest, but that doesn't mean I'm including this self-titled opus just to kick and claw at. For me, this record is one of the bands best, but it came at a time when metal was filling arena's, bands such as Kiss were giving us the dreary yet stadium plod of 'Crazy Nights', and hair was getting bigger. 'Whitesnake' is a record of cliche's, the whining guitars of 'Cryin In The Rain', Coverdale just expecting some scantily clad femme fatale to walk through the rainy streets to his apartment, where a black panther sits on the rug. You can smell it's 1987, you can feel it and see it in the city lights and tasseled leather jackets. 'Still Of The Night' rips off Zeppelin in its strut, but at least we're not in the love ballad territory...yet! But in 'Here I Go Again' we have a hit record set to appear on countless rock compilations. It builds slowly, and then pumps its fist, Coverdale, the mane of lion with mic between his legs, like some rock dinosaur, his face cracking through the dried tan, and soft rockers everywhere are lapping it up. Of course, thrashers elsewhere were mocking such hilarity. Yet, give or take a few, well, all being predictable chapters, 'Give Me All Your Love', laced with those typical late '80s keyboards, and the caress of 'Is This Love', prove the band are able to churn out classic soft rock, but whether it's actually metal is another question!
Music for quite nice looking mum's everywhere!
5.5/10
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