by Scott Hefflon
The main mane of White Lion, singer Mike Tramp, should get his head ripped off for this one. While it may sound like mere hipster denial-of-now-uncool-roots, I really would’ve liked to like Mike’s first solo project. Really, the guy had a liltingly infectious way of making softie hard rock so that even bad to the bone rockers could sing “When the Children Cry” without feeling like pussies. And somewhere in Capricorn, Mike still has a signature style, no matter how hard he tries to bury it beneath classic rock trappings. This sounds like bad Black Crowes. Or Hootie. I don’t know, I don’t listen to that shit. Mike tried to stretch himself, I can respect that, and perhaps in the future he’ll come to terms with the embarrassment of surviving glam without resorting to country-fried “timeless” rock. I used to really like the guy, but now he’s wallowing in the turgid muck like Richie Sambora.