There was a brief period of time in the history of Rock, between the release of Appetite for Destruction and that of Nevermind, when the record industry sniffed the business of Hair Metal.
Everyone (and I mean everyone!) was forced to tease their hair, get highlights, and wear lipstick and mascara... in short, the triumph of macho madness.
Well, even a respectable guitarist like Billy Duffy, with an indisputable postpunk and new wave past, and an iconic Rockabilly look with his nice blonde pompadour and white Gretsch guitar, was forced to grow his hair and wield the obligatory Gibson.
The Cult - Sonic Temple
Setting aside the dark wave and psychedelic ambitions of Love and the classic Hard Rock of Electric, in 1989 Sonic Temple was born, an album where the honest British band retraces the path of a Zeppelin-like sound revitalized (or mortified?) by the Los Angeles vibe of the late '80s, whose cultural and fashion references were as much Tommy Lee as Peter North, Axel Rose and Ron Jeremy, Lita Ford and Traci Lords...
The tracks are all catchy and very American. Simple, direct, and effective.
In short, back then you could spend a good hour at the stereo, imagining improbable escapes on the back of a Harley Davidson, pursued by very unbuttoned blonde police officers.
That day back in 1989 when I bought the album, I was with a very pretty girl (a real knockout, to be honest).
I went on and on about who the Cult had been up to then... she very calmly said to me: "I only listen to the Doors. I like Jim Morrison!"
"Sonic Temple was also their most criticized work because it was considered too Zeppelin-esque."
"New York City, where Iggy Pop makes a guest appearance, can be considered the manifesto for the birth of overseas street rock."