Published on Mar 7, 1998
This review is brought to you by the adjective “stupidly,” for
actions that can be described as such led to the creation of the
band Union.
I am obliged to start this review by mentioning that Union
vocalist John Corabi was most recently in Motley Crue and that
guitarist Bruce Kulick came from Kiss when Gene Simmons and Paul
Stanley, stupidly, decided to reunite with Peter Criss and Ace
Frehley, play 20 year old songs, and wear Halloween makeup.
Consider the union of this band: Kiss and Motley Crue. Together?
For me, even in the heights of the late 80s metal movement, I
wouldn’t put these two on the same page. While the Crue was out
doing the glamful
Theater Of Pain, Kiss was in the throes of one of my
favorite tapes
Asylum, exploring solid metal pop. Sure, the Crue ripped off
the 70s theatrics of Kiss and did plenty of interviews where they
claimed Kiss was a huge influence. But musically, the guitars,
bass, vocals, and drums were never really on the same page to my
ears. Nikki Sixx will never be fit to tune the bass Gene Simmons
plays. Likewise, the immortally overrated Tommy Lee could never,
nor will ever, touch any Kiss drummer, including the deceased Eric
Carr, blondie Eric Singer or their current drummer Peter Criss. Lee
might be able to sing as terribly as Criss, but not play.
Yet, here is
Union, uniting these two bands. Amazing.
Still, John Corabi didn’t know any of that theatrical Motley
Crue. No, he was stuck singing crap like “Hooligan’s Holiday” and
“Welcome to the Numb” (read “Dumb”) on their self-titled disc. And
he was brought in to replace Vince Neil, who stupidly wanted to
race cars rather than make music. (That was a resounding “Duh!” you
just heard.) When Neil got smart, and wanted back in to Crue,
Corabi was out on the streets.
Union will send Corabi back out on the touring streets.
Their debut self-titled disc is full of smart poppy metal hooks
from Kulick and soulful vocals from Corabi. The rhythm section is
smart and fits in with both elements. The sonic assault of “Old Man
Wise” sets the disc off on the right trail. The drums are
mesmerizing and played smartly on this track and throughout the
disc. “Around Again” and “Pain Behind Your Eyes” keep things on the
right track.
But it is songs like “Let It Flow” and “Empty Soul” where the
difference emerges between this band and the rest of the genre:
these songs don’t suck.
If any weakness, and granted, I’m digging deep for one, could be
drawn from listening to this disc, it would be that Kulick
stretches out too infrequently. Kulick is one of my favorite
guitarists and, for more than just the first ten seconds of
“Tangerine,” I wanted a full-blown kick ass guitar solo. Doesn’t
happen. True, his playing does fit into the role of playing with
the band and I can’t find fault for that. It doesn’t make the disc
any less of a great disc.
Aside from that, this disc is chock full of catchy riffs and
good songs; nothing that I wouldn’t be glad to hear 20 years down
the road.
I read in
Metal Edge magazine that the band is going to be touring in
support of this disc, playing Kiss songs and a couple of Crue
songs. They shouldn’t bother. They should focus on the future,
which is bright for this band.