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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

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