KISS

On their fifth studio album in three years -- their last with the original lineup -- KISS reach uncharted levels of putridity on this 1977 album. It would be genius if their utter sleaziness was some kind of joke, but in the end these are filthy, filthy men. But if you must, this is one of their better non-live records.

After seeing Kiss backstage without their makeup, I have lost all ambition to do anything
with my life except see them naked. Gene Simmons knows this and has written a song
about the Plaster Casters -- a couple of groupies who made molds of rock stars'
nonproboscis protuberances in the late Sixties -- to titillate me and the millions of other
Americans who go to bed every night wondering about Simmons' masculine mod... More >