The space ace was always my favourite of KISS cartoon characters. After all, he levitated and launched fireworks from his guitar. What wasn’t there to love? His relationship with the authoritarian dictatorship that was Gene and Paul was rocky to say the least. He left then rejoined the face painted reunion then left again. Then mister Simmons saw another cold faced business opportunity and bought his name and greased point adorned likeness meaning that anyone who Gene summoned could play Ace. So, on the strength of his former position in the hottest band in the world he has continued to scratch a living, however this album is bad, toe curdling bad. It is s slab dash affair with little thought applied to the songwriting. A sad state of affairs for a once great man.