Michael Kiske
Past In Different Ways

THE REVIEW

I just can't hold back the words that transcend from my insides and scream: "Kiske, go to hell!"

What was the point of all his words of hatred and disdain toward the Hamburg pumpkins? Why launch cyanide torpedoes at Helloween who, for better or worse, still manage to grow their own cauliflower and produce good quality albums (although the last two aren't quite worthy of that name)? Dear Michael "I'll never sing on a metal album again or may God strike me down" Kiske, honestly, between you and me, a headstone on this thing would have made for better choreography.

The "good" Michael, given the successes achieved with his various projects (many as a guest star, just think of the three monumental "Avantasia" by good Sammett) all, in fact, quite good, has let loose with the great idea of retracing his glorious past, the one achieved as a vocalist for Helloween, but, lo and behold, seen all through a different lens, that is, his damn self and whoever produced this thing.

Rewriting all the songs from his past in an acoustic and poppy style, to be honest, does nothing more than pour milk, liters and liters of it, until my house is full and the studio (mine, where I listen to this poporoppopò of a mess) is completely submerged. The smell of a dairy is everywhere and my anger is furious.

For the series: ".... I'll never stop, not even if I'm struck down by a hundred-kilo boulder they throw at my face yelling 'You Idiot!!!!....".

Good Lord, how he's fallen.... Certain country ideas shot "randomly" in pearls like Kids Of Century, make me nauseous. Kiske's singing is always the same, it's like listening to a pop-AOR record sung by a eunuch nostalgic for the golden days, and more than anything, I feel like I'm watching a beardless kid begging for the last penny to try to scrape together enough to get his daily bread.

What a miserable end..... and this DAMN COUNTRY IS GETTING ON MY NERVES!!!!!