Kiss gums up the Frank Erwin Center tonight, but without Ace Frehley and Peter Criss, the circus rolling through town has no sword swallower (the former) or bearded lady (the Cat, man). Instead, ones left with Abbott (Gene Simmons) and Costello (Paul Stanley).
Stanley: Whos on first?
Simmons: A $3 million endorsement from Kosher Pork Rinds.
When I was 13 when Abbott & Costello reruns were as common as Seinfeld in syndication Kiss released its four solo LPs, 1978, but despite minor Simmons hit Radioactive, only two of them were any good, Ace Frehley and Peter Criss, and consensus would probably string up the latter.
Blue-eyed soul, Peter Criss purred a retro-smitten sentimental New York City song (I Cant Stop the Rain), as did Ace Frehley sonic iconic New York Groove. Difference is, the latter disco-era Top 40 flash, written by songwriting mercenary Russ Ballard (the Who, Argent, Rainbow, Uriah Heep), remains cool enough to land on Entourage, while its album sponsor still rocks one of the Kiss brands true and lasting indelibles.
Frehleys Comet notwithstanding, the bands original guitarist has traded on that first solo disc ever since, despite penning and singing some of Kiss permanent make-up: Parasite, Cold Gin, Shock Me. Anthraxs late-1980s cover of Parasite made Frehley friendly to another generations metal paradigm, while his own cover of the Rolling Stones 2,000 Man on Dynasty proved Spaceman Aces allegiance to his forefathers. Getaway on 1975s Dressed to Kill could almost rep a 65 Mick & Keith moment.
Sonic Boom doubtlessly broke new eardrums upon its October release into Wal-Mart, another Abbott & Costello Kiss classic, but Frehleys Anomaly a month earlier revisits its great-grandfather solo bow with aplomb beyond crazy space age CD packaging and now metallurgy. Anomaly is no Ace Frehley, but its an unmistakable chip off the old mirror.
Opener Foxy & Free kicks up its still glam heels on monster truck riffs, beautifully mixed, Frehley sounding straight out of 1977 but with the guitars flown in from 2007. Outer Space fires the same three-stage rocket:
Its like I told ya, I came from outer space thats how I know your name. Im sick and tired of the human race.
Frehleys vocal verve says otherwise, especially on a cover of the Sweets Fox on the Run, which could be a little more lithe but sounds like it was written and recorded for Ace Frehley.
Mostly instrumental, Genghis Khan lumbers one of Anomalys best tracks, the five-minute Space Bear bearing down even harder without vox. Change the World, idealist peacenik metal, pales next to acoustic-lined confessional A Little Below the Angels, which quotes Fractured Mirror from Ace Frehley, and traces the axe mans trajectory from excess to redemption, alcoholism to just a little below the angels, a girls school choir towards the end as disarming as the songs AA realism. Corny? Absolutely, especially the singers spoken word reply to his angels, but the buttery warmth of the songs sentiment matches its sincere music manger.
Hard chord crunch Sister turns to leaden filler Its a Great Life before closer Fractured Quantum circles back to Ace Frehley finalizer Fractured Mirror, two six-string peas in an crystalline instro pod. Cold winter days like today were custom frozen in time for Frehleys first rip-n-run, Rip It Out, Speeding Back to My Baby, Snow Blind, Ozone, and Wiped Out emitting showers of sparks from their owners Les Paul.
Tonight Kiss will Detroit rock city, but Spaceman Ace remains the missing Anomaly.
This article appears in December 4 • 2009.
