KISS BLITZ LONDON

Through the whine of screaming air raid sirens a bomb EXPLODES! Out of the blaze emerges a spaceman, a silver-nosed kitty cat, a spewing bat. It's Kiss, The Hottest Band In the Land! Causing as much confusion as the Stukas of WWII, the five star generals of the ever-growing Kiss Army would conquer the world by the following division of command: Ace Frehley, lead guitar and glue sniffing; Peter Criss, drums and rat catching; Paul Stanley, rhythm guitar and feather dusting; Gene Simmons, bass guitar and fire and blood spitting.

After building a solid base of love/hate enthusiasm for their earbone-crushing brand of heavy metal boomba boomba boomba thunder in the States, Kiss has moved In toto to hail Britannia with their own peculiar bombast of earnoiz and theatrical eyepoke. But don't worry (or do suck-ah) 'cause Kiss is coming back home to thrill their loyal troops and to spill their prudish foes!

You'd best look out 'cause you don't want to end up brutalized like the unfortunate soldiers in the photo above left . . . or do you?! Every square inch of skin (beneath the funny jumpsuits) was virtually licked-off their once healthy bodies by that buggering bat, Gene Simmons. And it's obvious from these pictures that Gene still has more than enough tongue for all of us, so unbelievers may consider themselves duly warned. Minister of Propapanda, Kiss Army HQ, signing off.

Air-Wreck Genheimer