THE BEAT GOES ON
DETROIT—A while back the editors of CREEM were bouncing each other off the walls of a now condemned apartment building, enjoying the subtle nuances of the saltpeter bombs which are sprinkled over the Kiss Alive LP when someone, a good natured drunk who believed himself to be a taxi driver, but who in fact never drove anything other than his mother crazy, pointed out the rather humorous contradictions between our heroes, Kiss, and their record company’s new band, Angel.
THE BEAT GOES ON
ANGEL: More Sheep In Godzilla’s Clothing?
DETROIT—A while back the editors of CREEM were bouncing each other off the walls of a now condemned apartment building, enjoying the subtle nuances of the saltpeter bombs which are sprinkled over the Kiss Alive LP when someone, a good natured drunk who believed himself to be a taxi driver, but who in fact never drove anything other than his mother crazy, pointed out the rather humorous contradictions between our heroes, Kiss, and their record company’s new band, Angel. This hypothesis was met with a resoundingchorus of, “Dut-hut! Yeah,” followed with an impromptu stream of unconscious word association: “Kiss... devils, Angel.. . angels! Kiss . . . black; Angel.. .white. Kiss:.. bombs, Angel... synthesizers. Kiss... hell, Angel... heaven. Kiss... boom, Angel ... squeal. Kiss... chains (iron), Angel...bracelets(turquoise). Kiss... ugly, Angel .... pretty. Kiss... scales, Angel... silks. Kiss... Casablanca. Angel . . .Casablanca!”
Astute arguments against the seniority system aside, I was delegated the task of the interrogation of Angel members Greg Giuffria and Mickey Jones. Greg, the band’s keyboardist, was first to take the stand. Mickey, the bass player , followed.