LITA FORD —Out For Blood (Mercury):: Mellowplegiacs beware, for what we have here is no less than the Goddess of Thunder licentiously calling up the Lords of Chaos in a tsunami of exterminatory meat guitar moan. Ye yeggs of the nod, lift up thine eyelids slowly and behold this hammer and tongs glimpse into metal gehenna. Lita might not be as polished as she's eventually gonna be, but her new leather 'n' studs look is just fine by me, and this record will certainly suffice until that day when she resurrects the stumbling ghost of Tommy Bolin and once again lets loose the howling dogs of hazard rock. Hotcha! J. the F.