
OK, we get it: We're Nashville and KISS loves us. Paul Stanley reminded us of that Wednesday night at the Sommet Center, where we de-virginized ourselves of the KISS concert experience. It was exactly what we expected: a totally awesome, face-melting onslaught of gargantuan camp, fire, galloping riffs and fist-pumping shout-alongs. We came to see all those things, and we got what we wanted: the best.
As we milled about, it seemed like one out of every four or five people had KISS makeup on. Followers of the cult mixed and mingled with your garden-variety heavy metal parking lot crowd, creating a festive rock 'n' roll all night atmosphere. These people all lost their minds when the lights went down and-with a startling blast of pyro-the curtain dropped, revealing the band in all their iconic glory, as they went head first through a one-two punch of "Deuce" into "Strutter"-two of our favorite KISS gems. The show spared no cliché, and we mean that in a good way. We didn't come to the KISS show to use our right brains, we came to let go of our inhibitions and be entertained-and entertained we were.
Let's go down the list. Pyro in the chorus and big finish of nearly every song? Check. The platform shoes and black spandex? Check. Gene Simmons spitting fire? Check. Gene Simmons coughing up blood? Check. Spotlight guitar, drum and bass solos where all other members leave the stage? Check. A spinning drum riser? Check. Bottle-blondes in the audience flashing the band? Check. In other words, all the classic KISS moments with which they defined the arena-rock experience.
Founding members Peter Criss (drums) and Ace Frehley (lead guitar) are not in the current incarnation of KISS, but their trademark Catman and Spaceman makeup designs are now donned by their replacements. For many in the KISS Army this is a deal-breaker, but the arena appeared damn near close to sold-out.
Just as the stage production left little to be desired, so did the '70s-centric setlist, which featured nearly all of the band's most recognizable hits, from "Hotter Than Hell" to "Calling Dr. Love," "Black Diamond" to "Lick It Up" and the inevitable "Rock and Roll All Nite." We'll admit that by the time the band had brought about their "Detroit Rock City" finale, we were a bit fatigued from hearing 25-or-so songs - but after a straight two hours of headbanging, we praised almighty rock 'n' roll as the lights came up to reveal an arena smokier than a Southern California wildfire.