David Hasselhoff
Night Rocker

The 80s. The years of myths and memories. The years of ET, the Game Boy, Indiana Jones' adventures, and films like Cannibal Holocaust that made entire generations fall in love.

Those were the springs when David Michael Hasselhoff's professional career was going full steam, between lifeguard duties on the scorching and jutting beaches of Baywatch and the shrewd automobile exploits of Knight Rider. Highly demanding roles that showcased his inexhaustible facets to the masses and cemented him as one of the most beloved heavy-hitting sex symbols of the small screen.

But still too few are aware of his parallel universe, of his extraordinary musical career. A passion and supremacy that blossomed at the Academy of Dramatic Arts, where, immersed in tormented Shakespearean monologues, he was already hinting at boundless singing potential in the Beverly Hills taverns with local bands. From there, to the magnificent music chapter known as ''Night Rocker,'' the step was short: a triumph, a genuine rock apotheosis before which even Van Halen, in those months, had to bow.

Clad in leather, with a guitar lovingly strummed atop the hood of his favorite sports car. This was the album cover and left no room for doubt: beneath the hairy lifeguard facade beat a metallic heart.

A madman speeding through the life tunnel: the heart. ''Our first night together,'' ''All the right moves,'' the torrential ''Do you love me''. Hasselhoff stings, scratches, rends our hearts, without forgetting the more angelic and gallant side that has always set him apart. Here, then, is the traditional slow song, ''No words for love,'' an intense piano piece worthy of the greatest Regurgitate, which cannot help but evoke chills and tears in those who have a heart.

Typically 80s production, keyboards at the forefront-interior 3-scale C, guitar work perpetually straddling rock: thus exploded the perfect blend of hardness and sweetness, just like our beloved, so rough outside but so sweet inside. Splendid the concluding ''Let it be me,'' in which David duets with a female voice, offering a poignant dialogue between a man and a woman asserting their right to be themselves and never change to please their partner. Difficult themes. Hot topics, not exactly overdone, tackled by our romantic hero, which confirmed (if confirmation was needed) his cultural depth and admirable sensitivity. In two words: his heart.

<>  Hasselhoff will thunder in the future. Holy words, necessary. Sadness aplenty

From here on, David’s career was a continuous crescendo, both in qualitative terms and with audiences, allowing him to have a loyal following everywhere, especially in countries like Belize, Kiribati, Equatorial Guinea, propelling him, at the height of his fame, to fulfill a lifelong dream: to act alongside one of the most influential and appreciated artistic-literary icons of the modern age: Spongebob.

An album that must be covered obligatorily.

...and anyway, KITT had a midget driving inside.