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LIVE MUSIC<br />
Kiss later announced it wouldn’t play at the<br />
ceremony, a flabbergasting decision some<br />
fans felt smacked of selfishness but which<br />
ultimately kept relations civil.<br />
Drama and disagreements aside, something<br />
this year—probably a combination of<br />
the group’s 40th anniversary and Hall honor,<br />
which even prompted perennial Kiss cynics<br />
Rolling Stone to finally put the greasepaintcaked<br />
foursome on its cover—triggered a<br />
dormant spark within the band. Commanding<br />
the stage, Kiss sounded energetic, heavy,<br />
forceful, and cohesive. If not what could be<br />
accurately deemed youthful sway and swagger<br />
(after all, Simmons and Stanley are in<br />
their 60s), the quartet’s rhythms touted qualities<br />
at least shaded more towards the earlier<br />
than the later side of the middle-age spectrum.<br />
Songs gut-punched with on-point dynamics<br />
and midrange wallop. Wisely bypassing<br />
ballads, the band kicked and stomped<br />
like a horse confined in a stall, conveying<br />
edginess that instilled leather-tough fare such<br />
as the barreling “War Machine” and chestthumping<br />
“I Love It Loud” with requisite ruggedness.<br />
Of course, Kiss being Kiss, hedonism<br />
received its due, with a revived “Lick It<br />
Up” surging with lustful persuasion, the thinly<br />
disguised “Love Gun” firing rounds of battering-ram<br />
percussion, and the interlocking<br />
“Detroit Rock City” building to a fiery climax.<br />
For all the clamor for Kiss to welcome<br />
Criss and Frehley back into the fold—their<br />
cheerleaders often fail to mention that both<br />
already received second chances after substance-abuse<br />
issues and still again failed to<br />
keep their contractual promises—the band is<br />
better at this juncture in its career with Thayer<br />
and Singer. Diehards may cringe, but the<br />
two replacements afford Kiss a rejuvenated<br />
attack and synchronized crunch. They understand<br />
their place (and wear their predecessors’<br />
makeup and costumes) and get out of<br />
Stanley and Simmons’ way when needed.<br />
LIVE MUSIC<br />
Yet they also know the song structures inside and<br />
out, whether it’s how to give “Hotter Than Hell” a<br />
street-worthy strut or “Calling Dr. Love” a glammetal<br />
grind.<br />
Just as importantly, Stanley and Simmons<br />
again appear to recognize what Thayer and<br />
Singer mean to the brand. Constantly engaging<br />
the large crowd, the eminence grise figureheads<br />
played with something to prove. Stanley’s voice<br />
no longer hit the choirboy high notes, but it<br />
remained steady—save when he over-embellished<br />
with banter shtick. He also shuffled and danced<br />
in high platform heels with the ease of a runway<br />
model, occasionally stopping to roll on the ground<br />
or drop to his knees with guitar in hand. His most<br />
symbolic gesture, however, was subtle—not a trait<br />
for which Kiss is recognized. When he high-fived<br />
Simmons in the midst of “Deuce,” it suggested all<br />
was again right in the Kiss family.<br />
Augmented by the addition of an ominous<br />
tolling bell, bathed in dim vomit-green lighting,<br />
and hoisted several stories above the stage,<br />
Simmons transformed his customary bloodspitting<br />
sequence into a demonic moment worthy<br />
of a 1920s German Expressionist horror movie.<br />
His traditional fire-breathing bit resonated with<br />
comparable anticipation and excitement. Nearly<br />
everyone knew what was coming, but Kiss<br />
demonstrated that not even high-definition video<br />
can substitute for witnessing a larger-than-life<br />
performance in the flesh. Correspondingly, years<br />
of familiarity couldn’t diminish the make-believe<br />
imagination and forget-your-troubles fun wrought<br />
by the costumed ensemble when its hard rock<br />
comes across with the similar jubilant rush one<br />
gets after hooking up with a much-desired lover.<br />
Indeed, the painted faces, spiked boots, tasseled<br />
jackets, winged capes, rising drum platform,<br />
elevating harnesses, and mobile spider-legged<br />
lighting rigs occupy the same cultural terrain as<br />
currently popular Marvel Comics franchise films,<br />
sci-fi graphic novels, and fantasy board games.<br />
In an age when many people are opting to vicariously<br />
live life through tablets and smartphones<br />
rather than getting out and experiencing it unfiltered,<br />
Kiss’ indulgent escapism feels refreshingly<br />
creative—and collectively triumphant. l<br />
20 TONE AUDIO NO.66<br />
October 2014 21