Poison
Look What The Cat Dragged In

THE REVIEW

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.