By JENNIFER CHANCELLOR /World Scene Writer
TULSA WORLD
Nearly a decade after its farewell tour, the larger-than-life, greasepaint, leather and platform-wearing quartet still stomps out hits. Big time.
Nearly a decade after its farewell tour, the larger-than-life, greasepaint, leather and platform-wearing quartet still stomps out hits. Big time.
Some 35 years after its inception, Tuesday night’s KISS concert at the BOK Center was Disney gone horror show. When it comes to rock 'n’ roll, that’s a very, very good thing.
From the audience pit railing, a pint-sized devil-faced Gene Simmons hoisted his rock hand at the real deal, who towered over him and returned the salute. The devil grinned and twirled, cape spinning out as he strutted away.
The night was full of “classic vintage KISS,” yelled Stanley. He lead a cheeky, rock pep-rally and cheering contests between youngsters and oldsters. Of course, they all won.
Indeed, the set list was heavy with early classics that exploded in old-school showmanship. “Deuce,” “Strutter,” “Hotter Than Hell,” “Calling Dr. Love,” “Shock Me,” “Rock and Roll All Nite,” “Shout it Out Loud,” “Lick it Up” and more pounded out with fierce volume and ecstatic cries from the crowd.
They struck out on a vintage hit parade that included party anthems about women, sex, private parts, women, sex acts and bombast. And sex. And bombast. And women.
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