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And yes, you did see Def Leppard's Phil Collen in the video. Collen wrote and produced "Save That Goodness."
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Revisiting Def Leppard's Hysteria
1987 was the greatest year in the history of music. There, I said it.
Check out Wikipedia. Look at the list. Appetite for Destruction. Sign O' The Times. Document. Kick. Faith. Pleased To Meet Me. In My Tribe. I could go on. Many of these albums are justly remembered as beloved classics. But for some reason, you don't hear much of what for me was the definitive album of that year and, frankly, that entire era of my life.
1987 was the year of Hysteria. And it fucking ruled.
Everything about Hysteria screamed awesome to me, from its Tron-meets-Altered States album cover to its pedigree as the follow-up to what could be best described as patient zero for the hair metal movement, Pyromania. The first single I heard, "Animal," had the guitar bite and the punchy chorus that my 17-year-old brain was hardwired to fall in love with, and within a month the plastic cassette case went from shiny and clear to opaque from overuse. It was in my car, in my Walkman, in my boom box... pretty much anywhere a late '80s kid could put it without rectal bleeding.
My recollections of that time--from my senior year in high school through freshman year in college—-don't exist without a soundtrack, and so much of Hysteria formed the backdrop of my most precious memories. Driving my '64 Buick Skylark down Riverside Ave. with my friends in the back, singing "Women." ("Skin on skin/let the love begin!") Trying to woo potential girlfriends with "Love Bites." Sitting in the cafeteria and debating the political meaning of "Gods Of War" with friends. The 24-hour loop MTV seemingly played of "Pour Some Sugar On Me." Seeing the band live at the Spokane Coliseum (with Tesla!) and, when the power unexpectedly went out, being treated to an acoustic version of "Rocket." Even lamenting that, sixteen months after it was released, they still hadn't put "Love And Affection" out as a single.
Check out Wikipedia. Look at the list. Appetite for Destruction. Sign O' The Times. Document. Kick. Faith. Pleased To Meet Me. In My Tribe. I could go on. Many of these albums are justly remembered as beloved classics. But for some reason, you don't hear much of what for me was the definitive album of that year and, frankly, that entire era of my life.
1987 was the year of Hysteria. And it fucking ruled.
Everything about Hysteria screamed awesome to me, from its Tron-meets-Altered States album cover to its pedigree as the follow-up to what could be best described as patient zero for the hair metal movement, Pyromania. The first single I heard, "Animal," had the guitar bite and the punchy chorus that my 17-year-old brain was hardwired to fall in love with, and within a month the plastic cassette case went from shiny and clear to opaque from overuse. It was in my car, in my Walkman, in my boom box... pretty much anywhere a late '80s kid could put it without rectal bleeding.My recollections of that time--from my senior year in high school through freshman year in college—-don't exist without a soundtrack, and so much of Hysteria formed the backdrop of my most precious memories. Driving my '64 Buick Skylark down Riverside Ave. with my friends in the back, singing "Women." ("Skin on skin/let the love begin!") Trying to woo potential girlfriends with "Love Bites." Sitting in the cafeteria and debating the political meaning of "Gods Of War" with friends. The 24-hour loop MTV seemingly played of "Pour Some Sugar On Me." Seeing the band live at the Spokane Coliseum (with Tesla!) and, when the power unexpectedly went out, being treated to an acoustic version of "Rocket." Even lamenting that, sixteen months after it was released, they still hadn't put "Love And Affection" out as a single.
England Rocks! Sadly, The Same Can't Be Said For This Song.
Old musicians never die. They form supergroups!
Members of The Quireboys (or The London Quireboys, depending on which side of the Atlantic Ocean you reside) have teamed up with Joe Elliot, lead singer of Def Leppard, to form Down N' Outz, a band which plays nothing but Mott the Hoople and Ian Hunter songs.
So basically, Joe Elliot's fronting a tribute band right now.
Kind of like Mini Kiss.
Except richer.
And taller.
Here's Down N' Outz performing "England Rocks:"
[source 1|source 2]
Members of The Quireboys (or The London Quireboys, depending on which side of the Atlantic Ocean you reside) have teamed up with Joe Elliot, lead singer of Def Leppard, to form Down N' Outz, a band which plays nothing but Mott the Hoople and Ian Hunter songs.
So basically, Joe Elliot's fronting a tribute band right now.
Kind of like Mini Kiss.
Except richer.
And taller.
Here's Down N' Outz performing "England Rocks:"
[source 1|source 2]
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