The sound is perfect, the guitars afire, Ripper executing his cool, ever-so-slightly rock-ironic stage moves, his effortless highs, his comfortable growls.
Ex-Grand Royal (oh, how we miss you!) honcho Mark Kates presents two volumes of urban, hip, eclectic-but-never-lost gems that mine surprise after surprise.
Ex-Grand Royal (oh, how we miss you!) honcho Mark Kates presents two volumes of urban, hip, eclectic-but-never-lost gems that mine surprise after surprise.
While chatting, Hess mentioned a film I’d never heard of called Hitch-hike. He said that it was another of his demented criminal roles that made him infamous.
This comp nails it. Unlike Now That’s What I Call Shitty Music: Volume Four Billion, How We Rock compiles 19 hotshots and whatnots both trendy and “classic.”
L.A.-style rock, in all its glammy, swaggering glory. Production is less monster cock rock than it used to be, but pre-funded ’80s hair “metal” was often thin.