When we found out we were moving to the States, one of the first things I put on my wishlist was to see KISS. Well, two weeks in and I have ticked off that ambition already! We saw them last night at an outdoor venue (well, we had a roof over us but no walls), which was quite an experience with a huge thunderstorm going on around us at the same time.
The first band on were called The Treatment and they actually hail from Cambridge (“Hey, we’ve come all the way from the UK!” they said as they started. “Big deal”, we said, “so have we!”). I’m surprised that in this day and age a group of British teenagers would want to make hard rock, and I can’t imagine they will get much success in the UK market, however they went down well over in the US and will probably go onto great things over here.
Motley Crue did a really good show, with all the usual rock clichés (bikini-clad ladies, who are now at least young enough to be their daughters). The Crue are all about twice the width they used to be, although with a lot less hairspray and makeup, except Nikki Sixx who is still keeping up appearances. The highlight was definitely Tommy Lee’s revolving drumkit, which has to be seen to be believed, although the constant thought of a hamster wheel popping into my head did detract somewhat from the effect. I’m pleased to say they played “Girls Girls Girls”, which is all I really wanted to hear!
I’m not sure I can adequately express how amazing it was to see KISS!!! Something I never thought I would do, and I think it was all the more brilliant for being in a slightly bonkers American audience. It was a spectacular show, considering they are all fast approaching pension age and Paul Stanley is awaiting a third hip replacement (let that be a warning to all you high heel wearers out there). I’m pleased to say they were in full makeup, although only a disappointingly small proportion of the audience wore the same. Lots of explosions, lots of fake blood, lots of Gene Simmons tongue action, all projected onto a 40 foot high screen in glorious technicolour so we couldn’t miss any of it! Not wanting to be outdone by Tommy Lee’s revolving drumkit, Paul Stanley flew out over the heads of the audience and Gene Simmons played one song standing on top of the lighting rig above the stage. I have gone temporarily deaf in one ear, but permanently giddy that I’m a bone fide member of the KISS ARMY at last.