Mike Deeds from the Washington Post on the new Whitesnake album...
Based solely on its ridiculous title -- "Good to Be Bad" --
Whitesnake's first studio disc in more than a decade suggests you should
haul it to the nearest Dumpster. Instead, find a CD player and slide it
in. "These are the best years of my life!" frontman David Coverdale,
56, declares immediately, still conquering higher notes with his Robert Plant wail.
Shocker: Whitesnake has zero original members besides Coverdale.
Irrelevant. Like AC/DC, he sticks to a brawny hard-rock formula and
milks it smartly: a bluesy rocker here ("A Fool in Love"), a power
ballad there ("All I Want All I Need"), a "Still of the Night" clone for
good measure ("Lay Down Your Love.") It's surprisingly satisfying
headbanging, causing you to root through boxes for that melted old
Whitesnake cassette you definitely still have.
Still, why does the world even need a new Whitesnake album? Simple. For the same reason Fox Mulder needed that UFO poster in "The X-Files."
Because we want to believe. We want to believe there's one more perfect
Spandex anthem out there. That one morning, we'll trudge outside to
wash the minivan and be greeted by a time-warped, sudsy Tawny Kitaen
writhing in the driveway. It's a dream, man. Let sleeping mullets lie.
M.D.
heheheheh Have you seen Tawny lately? Ugh.
