Kiss on one shoulder, Angel on the other, Casablanca refereeing between the
two… yes, it’s arrived, gossamer wings
flapping in the wind. The Fortune: On the Rocks with Angel is one of my most
ambitious of band biogs, weighing in at 326
pages of Heaven-sent progressive metal and later, shockingly, power pop,
rendered in my usual format, namely every song
discussed, one chapter per album, with tipped-in sections of colour
photography, but also with black-and-white imagery
lovingly marbled throughout. You’ve all been very kind in making my recent
books like this on Mercyful Fate, Saxon,
Sabbath, Maiden and Priest sell pretty damn good, so this one is very much a
style match to those, with lots of detail
and trivia nugget-mining not found amongst the frankly pretty scant material
out there on this band.
As the back cover sez…
“Pressure point is building higher an’ higher!”
They were the envy of all the more “earthly” rock acts scrambling to make it
in the world of ‘70s hard rock, each and
all aspiring to the success levels of Aerosmith, Ted Nugent, Blue Öyster Cult,
Styx and Angel label mates Kiss.
But the story of Angel is of a band out of time, playing regal progressive
heavy metal and then changing to try reach
radio, in either guise, not quite clicking with enough Kiss fans—Kiss were the
devils in black and Angel were the good
guys in white—nor the fans of progressive rock or, later, those more inclined
to Foreigner, Journey and Cheap Trick.
But along the way, the band went first class, with the best gear, a killer
stage show and tons of promotion from Neil
Bogart and Casablanca until they had racked up a million dollars of debt by
the end of their blessed run, the guys often
oblivious to what lesser bands had to go through.
Indeed, this is a story of a band hailed as rock stars and indeed often
headlining like rock stars, without the record
sales to justify the crazy spending that a believing Bogart threw at the band.
Then it was all over and we heard
virtually nothing from any of them (save for keyboardist Gregg) after 1981
until… well, both Punky Meadows and Frank
DiMino stormed back with solo albums. And then, appearing outta nowhere like
they did in their famous stage show, Angel
recently returned with a blindingly white and quite sprightly new album called
Come celebrate what it was like to live as the alter-ego to Kiss as we examine
the band’s five studio albums of the
original run, the crushing concert album, Live Without a Net, as well as where
it all went wrong and the inspiring
return of Frank and Punky through the spirited hard rocker that is Risen.
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