THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO KROKUS
If you can't stand the heavy metal heat, get the hell out of the rock 'n' roll kitchen.
It's round about midnight and I'm sitting in the Morissey Tavern watching John Cassavetes blow the hell out of Las Vegas in Machine Gun McCain, wondering what
I can say about Krokus that won’t sound as if it were written by some anonymous hack cranking out yet another boring record company hype sheet.
It isn't easy.
1-or one Inmg, me weatner-even at U115 late hour--is far too humid for the kind of serious thinkinrz a deal like this needs: and for another, I sense the beginnings of a massive headache aimed straight for my temporal region.
lhe heat 1 can live With, but the headache...ah, well, that's rock ’n’ roll for you--and seeing as how I'd just subjected myself to almost four and a half hours of back to back sets by Liary Moore, the Kroke, and Def Leppard (and that doesn’t take intp account the sour_1d_check_s, nor the _fac_t_ mat I spent most or tnose tour and a nan hours in front of a side column of speakers large enough to house a family of five with two cars}. anything less than a mugrame at this point in time would be a blessing.