We have hit the bottom of the barrel folks. This is hair metal in full cheese, an effort to bridge AC/DC with Motley Crue and Poison, but sadly not even landing any of those bands. Everything here is pretty ridiculous, with zero depth or significant effort. It’s really just a bunch of overwrought cliches all collected together and there’s not a single decent song on here - to think I remember having this album as an 11 year old, but really only remember Up All Night. Figures.
We have hit the bottom of the barrel folks. This is hair metal in full cheese, an effort to bridge AC/DC with Motley Crue and Poison, but sadly not even landing any of those bands. Everything here is pretty ridiculous, with zero depth or significant effort. It’s really just a bunch of overwrought cliches all collected together and there’s not a single decent song on here - to think I remember having this album as an 11 year old, but really only remember Up All Night. Figures.
My God that was bad. It’s really an argument over the least bad song. It’s quite possible I owned this album for the cover. Even for the hair metal sub-genre, this one hurts.
This sort of toes the line between the hair metal we’ve been finishing up and the late 70s arena rock, which makes sense given the lineup of musicians here. That said, it does read more Whitesnake than Foreigner. Some of this, like Coming of Age and Damn Yankees, is at least tolerably fun. It is indeed an upgrade over the last couple of albums, but nevertheless, it’s a sign off (for the most part) from the subgenre that feels quite welcome. I might have started to warm up to some of it in ‘89, but by this point the whole thing is tired for me.
