Before: The tongue. The monochromatic makeup. Hard rock. Repulsive voice tones. Wanna get this over with...
After: Okay, their voices aren't nearly as bad as I expected. One song in, it makes perfect sense why you'd want to see them in concert. I won't experience half of what KISS is by their recorded album.
They're actually FULL of cheese. Like, I wouldn't be surprised if their guitar strings mozzarellized right off. It's almost cute. I have taken a liking to "King of the Night Time World" because of its little story and catchiness. But it's the sort of condescending liking.
I feel like I'm in a 15-year old boy's video game. With vortexes and deep gravelly voices and primitive chest-beating and lightning and apocalypses and earthquakes.
Not saying they're not talented. Because they are talented.
The album title perfectly encapsulates what this album was to me. A collection of tacky songs about men who think they are epic. Wasn't for me.
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