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Rating:
For me, a way to return to adolescence and remember the senior year trip, with all its emotions, joints, drinks, more or less clothed gropes, and so on, is at my fingertips in the space I've dedicated to LPs.
First point in favor.
Who's playing "Talk dirty to me" because when the glam-j (allow me the neologism) puts it on, the world collapses and everyone is on the floor on top of each other and under each other, doing it on tables, in bathrooms, on the dance floor and wherever, while all those without a girl in their hands magically become guitar heroes striking a pose?
Second point in favor.
Who, despite not being able to do anything truly exceptional with instruments in hand, still had to put out a Greatest Hits on a single CD, packed with chart hits from the '80s/'90s (of which 4 are from this album)?
Third point in favor.
Who started from Pennsylvania with a backpack full of only makeup and hairspray, and once in Los Angeles, with two dollars, put together a well-thought-out album that was a hit in every sense of the word boom?
Fourth point in favor.
Who cleverly understood how to make music sellable even to high school girls, making them fall in love not only with aggression but also with a patchy romanticism worse than a Chinese Rolex?
Fifth point in favor.
This time we are in the year of the World Cup in Mexico, 1986. In Los Angeles, classic mannerism and shock rock brutality reign. Sheltered from the positive and restrained atmosphere of the east coast, the Poison arrive, a band of guys eager to amaze and stand out. And they will succeed so well that the "boa" Bret Michaels will manage to punch the time card at the Andersson (Pamela) house at an unexpected time.
Once the band was formed, the four must have thought things out, the last serious thought of their lives, before starting to act like caimans jumping from venue to venue on Sunset. How can we be the prettiest transvestites around without being demonic, crude, and too rough? In summary, they were looking for a personality, an outfit to wear to not be like the others. The decision must have been simple. Cottoned image turned on pink and light blue colors and an overall look of a gay icon, a bit like the first Raffaella Carrà (don't laugh, rather search for a photo), and above all street sound de-toughened (Motley Crue, Britny Fox, and Tigertaliz without menacing), based on rock n' roll and punk foundations.
This is how the sales champion "Look what the cat dragged in" was born, where the band immediately displays a mischievous and flirtatious character in 10 unforgettable tracks that would move the legs and heart of people aged 0 to 99. Bret's voice has a retro production that closely resembles the main products of the golden era of American rock n' roll, the music flows fluidly, original and pleasant, with a total involvement rate.
This album leaves nothing to be desired, managing to sublimate all the trends that marked an era, that era, and to deliver to the public, perfectly packaged, a true fashion. Who wouldn't have wanted to look like Poison?
Precisely those of the airy and melodic "Cry Tough", those who made the two rock n' roll and punk genres mosh in the previously mentioned track, "Talk dirty to me", those who produced the feline and street title track, for the street series yes, but let's not take ourselves too seriously, those who showed everyone else how the No. 1 ballad worked for a year, "I won't forget you", those with the potential anthem chorus of the glamster nation, "Want some, need some". And this to mention half of the tracks. The other five are equally valid and historic.
Then, damn it, "I won't forget you" made me remember my classmate who saw nothing of Greece because she was busy kissing me throughout the trip. Good times for me, good times for Poison.
Thanks to all those who didn't write this review before me.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Cry Tough (03:37)
Remember the nights we sat
and talked about all our dreams
Well little did we know then
they were more distant than they seemed
Well I knew it
you knew it too
The things we'd go through
We knew the things we had to do
to make it, baby.
Chorus:
You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.
Life ain't no easy ride
At least that's what I am told
Sometimes the rainbow baby
is better than the pot of gold
You've got to stick it out
whether you're wrong or right
And you can't give in without a fight
to make it baby
Chorus
You gotta aim high, baby
whether you lose or win
And when you get to the top
You gotta get off or go right back down again
solo, chorus out
02 I Want Action (03:07)
I want action tonight
Satisfaction all night
I grab my hat and I
grab my shoes
Tonight I'm gonna hit
the streets and cruise
Down the main strip and
check it out
With those schoolgirls
a hangin' around
Now I'm a sucker for a pretty face
I don't care if she's in leather or lace
cause I'm just lookin' for a little kiss
Chorus:
I want action tonight
satisfaction all night
You've got the love I need tonight
Long legs and short skirts
These girls hit me where it hurts
I can't wait to get my hands on them
I won't give up until they give in
Now I'm not lookin' for a love that lasts
I need a shot and I need it fast
If I can't have her, I'll take her and make her
Chorus, solo
Hey, sweetheart, slide on in here
No, not in the front, jump in the back
Why?
Cause there's something back there I want to show ya
I want action tonight
Satisfaction all night
Ah, come on honey, I wasn't that bad!
Oh, well
Chorus out
03 I Won't Forget You (03:36)
Late at night I close my eyes
And think of how things could have been
And when I look back
I remember some words you had said to me
It's better to have lost at love
Then never to have loved at all
Chorus
I won't forget you baby
(I won't forget you)
Even though I could
I won't forget you baby
(I won't forget you)
Even though I should, yeah
Sometimes in my head
I can still see pictures of you
And I laugh to myself
When I think of all those crazy things that we used to do
Although miles come between us
Just between you and me
Chorus
I should let you fade away
But that just wouldn't be me
Oh, baby
Solo
Although miles come between us
Just between you and me
Chorus
I won't forget you baby
(I won't forget you)
Memories slowly fade
I won't forget you baby
(I won't forget you)
And all the plans we made
I won't forget you baby
05 Look What the Cat Dragged In (03:11)
I went to bed too late
and got up too soon
My poor head still spinnin'
from too much booze
I got a foot in the gutter
A foot in the grave
I ain't seen home
In the last three days
Oh my god look what the cat dragged in
Livin' my life sin after sin
Night rolls up and I do it again
Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in
No tell, motel, hotel bed
If it wasn't for the sunlight I'd swear I was dead
I got a girl on the left of me
a girl on the right
I know damn well I slept with both last night
Oh my god look what the cat dragged in
Livin' my life sin after sin
Night rolls up and I do it again
Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in
I'm late for work on Monday
and my boss is bitchin'
Can't get out of bed
cause my head's still spinnin'
My hair's in a rat's nest
I look like hell
Half alive or half dead,
I just can't tell
Oh my god look what the cat dragged in
Livin' my life sin after sin
Night rolls up and I do it again
Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in
06 Talk Dirty to Me (03:46)
You know I never
I never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I gotta have you
Oh yes, I do
You know I never
I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I gotta touch you
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
behind the bushes
till I'm screamin' for more
Down the basement
lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me
You know I call you
I call you on the telephone
I'm only hoping that you're home
So I can hear you
When you say those words to me
And whisper so softly
I gotta hear you
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
behind the bushes
till I'm screamin' for more
Down the basement
lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me
"C.C. pick up that guitar and talk to me"
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
behind the bushes
till I'm screamin' for more more more!
Down the basement
and lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me
08 Blame It on You (02:35)
She's got pizzazz
like a razzmatazz
I'd like to slide it in
but where do I begin
Wastes all my money
spends all my time
I ain't got no luck
can't change her mind
Chorus:
Blame it on you
I can't stand up
Blame it on you
I'm keepin' my mouth shut
Blame it on you
I can't see straight
Blame it on you
Uh-oh, too late
I want a little reaction
how 'bout a kiss or two?
She said, "Jump back honey,"
I said, "no can do."
Why do you always make a fool out of me?
I can't get no nookie
Just plain to see
Wastes all my money
Spends all my time
I ain't got no luck
Can't change her mind
Chorus:
Blame it on you
I can't get no sleep
Blame it on you
I'm in six feet deep
Blame it on you
well I guess it's true
Blame it on you
Yes, I do
I blame this whole damn mess, honey
right on you
Solo
Now listen little girl, let me explain
Why you got me in such a terrible way
First verse
Pre-chorus
Chorus out
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