Another band of dissidents from a better known outfit. Kill The Lights is the answer to what Valentine Thomas did when ousted from Bullet For My Valentine. It transpires that it involves penning tracks so mediocre that even the Welsh stabiliser rockers would have rejected them as light weight.

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.

I love Mr. Big. In the autumn days of my love affair with eighties rock they were my constant companion. “Lean Into It” had squatters rights on my personal stereo. Put simply, I was obsessed and I can still recite the lyrics to ‘Green-Tinted Sixties Mind’ like some form of pray. In the intervening years my musical carnal needs have been satisfied in other back alleys but I have always ensured I checked in with my past love. However, this is dreadful. It is a hazy ill-conceived echo of a once great band. The songwriting is lazy and derivative, and it screams creative bankruptcy. Every song is a empty vessel lacking in structure or emotional resonance. Most of all it hurts. It hurts to see a band I once held in such high esteem reduced to such irreverent drivel.