Gene Simmons' new solo album is narcissistic, self-indulgent and just plain weird. And that's
part of its charm. Who knew that if you put Simmons in a room with Bob Dylan, they would
write a perfectly pleasant Seventies-soft-rock piano ditty called "Waiting for the Morning
Light"? And that faithfully competent cover of the Prodigy's "I'm the Firestarter" is sort of
clever. Add some random attempts at soul, psychedelic pop and political comme... More >