Kiss
Greatest Kiss

THE REVIEW

I will spend little time talking about this album, completely useless, yet another and unfortunately not the last Greatest Hits by Kiss. I've always been a fan of the band, but now Kiss have had enough; they do nothing but produce collections. But understand me, people of DeBaser, what pity can I feel when I see two sixty-year-olds still painting their faces like forty years ago and being accompanied by their faithful twenty-somethings who copy Peter Criss and Ace Frehley in every way (including the solos in the live shows).

Now that I’ve gotten past this part where I advise against buying an album already heard , I’d like to start talking about something that will annoy many and may lead this review to the same fate as Sanjuro’s famous one (i.e., blacked out).

[NdEditors: Still with this story?! It was a technical error, not censorship!]

I know many will give me ones, but I absolutely don’t care about the ratings; I just want to make you realize (if you haven’t already) the theatrical spectacle that the music world has become. What can a young fan of Jagger & co. feel when seeing them return to the stage, over seventy, humming sappy and commercial rubbish? We’re talking about the Rolling Stones, the icons of rock, yet they too have sold out—they’ve become gossip magazine old men on ca**** 5. It's simply terrifying. I'm saying you’ve become icons; you are immortal; you’ve made generations dream; you have tons of millions (which is the only thing that matters to the world now), yet you return, greedy for money, to a stage clucking about love, descending into the most disgusting commercialism.

Let’s move on to our Kiss, my thorn in the side. As a child, I danced to "I was made for lovin' you", and now, all I do is turn on M*V and see Gene Simmons being filmed in private in a quasi-reality show (a separate topic and we will draw a veil over Ozzy Osbourne as well), a Gene Simmons who walks around San Francisco promoting Kiss fragrances!!!! The greed of the band is frightening. They have sold for years tombs and refrigerators with their logo stamped on just to earn, and even today they keep torturing us with merchandise that flies off the shelves (I, from Kiss, own only their studio albums, DVDs, and a T-shirt); they made 16 collections and still continue to churn out hundreds. Shame on you. But I say, look at Led Zeppelin—they realized when it was time to say stop, and they finished; we have seen them little to nothing after the breakup. No, instead now everyone breaks up to reform two months later to earn billions in reunion tours, unplugged, and various nonsense. The great sellout of music, this is the title for the review. Another smaller sellout was with Queen, who at least didn’t let themselves go to everything the others did (though I appreciate John’s decision to abandon the Queen after that sadly famous 1991, the year of our lord Freddie), but now Queen+Paul Rodgers, Robbie Williams records with the Queen, Johnny Depp will play Freddie Mercury in a film about Queen, and billions of foolish actions are degrading even the Queen.

But let’s continue in this carousel of shame with another big name, "Ozzy Osbourne," who shakes his flabby butt on every screen, now a slave to his shrew wife Sharon; he appears on every TV show super “fried,” devastated by excesses, with Parkinson's that debilitates him more than it already has. And after "The Osbournes," I decided to believe that alongside Randy Rhoads, Ozzy Osbourne also died (1948 - 1987). And can we blame these sellouts for everything? Yes, we can, but let’s not forget to give a good portion to a system rotten to the core, a system only focused on Mammon, a system that only wants to earn, a system that instills these principles in our children and younger siblings. My father grew up in the myth of Lennon, I in the myth of Morrison, my brother in the myth of Pok*mon. This TV no longer gives us principles, the radio no longer gives us principles; we always hear about Briatore’s flings, Yespica’s fake boobs, but nothing and no one showcases the principles that Lennon and Morrison, even through music, gave us. But blaming the system would take all night, so now "selfflagellation." What do Kiss, Stones, Children of Bodom, Metallica, Cannibal Corpse, Slayer, Cradle of Filth have in common... nothing except that their latest albums were terribly commercial and disgusting, and they all flew off the shelves, but as long as Kiss offers me commercial albums, I buy them and then rush to their concerts, they will say: "The album was commercial, not much effort as the computer did almost everything, people buy the records, the box office breaks, let’s continue because we always find money in our pockets." It's all these little elements that have led to the most total sellout of everything and more.

Now boo me and insult me; I will be happy, but the burning that what I've said will give you inside won’t be removed by anyone, and do you know why it burns... because you know it’s true!!!! Goodbye; I’ve said what I had to say—think about it.