Detroit rock blog: handily defending the classically unhip and the dead
Indeed, this few-day-old “rock blog” is the most brave Detroit-area music site available at the moment. See, explaining and defending the indefensible, in often self-belittling ways, is a wee bit more difficult than taking lead cheerleader position on whatever poncified novelty that rises like hardons for jowel-apparent, stage-front sycophants.
So what happened to hair metal as a species? What of its trumpeters — particular those too young to have really been there? Enter Detroit Rock Blog.
Nowhere else on earth will one find — in a recurring feature here titled “Hair Metal Classics” — a fairly persuasive argument in favor of, yes, Trixter‘s 1992 Hear! No joke. You’ll also find a thesis on, of all things, Whitesnake – that ’80s band whose name was both racist and sexist — and its 1986 the Whitesnake Album, each written by a guy called “The Casual One,” who, whether or not you’ll dismiss this dude for his particular tastes, writes with clear-eyed honesty and some heart. Jesus, read the unironic words on Winger!
You’ll find a few DRB curve-balls too, such as a Dick Valentine Q&A
and an Alice in Chains love-fest for its album Dirt, in which the review’s author, one Matt St. Aubin, details exactly where his teenaged boots were when he first heard this album.
More, DRB scribe Chester Butternuts uses the classic-rock concert experience in a local review of Aerosmith and Hagar, not as a finger-pistol to balding boomer nostalgia, but as a means to carry his theme of the social classes and separatism! Salute!