Thanks to Sidney from Slogan’s Rock and Metal Extravaganza for inviting me to send in a video for this Poison-ous episode! (Logan declined to appear – not a Poison fan!) I was recently asked to participate in this list show, picking my favourite songs from each Poison studio album. Of course, I had to do something different, so I included Swallow This Live too, so that I could use one of their best singles “So Tell Me Why”. You will also get a list from Tim Durling in this video featuring Sidney and his guest Joseph Suto.
It’s pretty easy to slag Poison; I should know as I get enough troll-y comments about them. However, as you will see below, Poison have plenty of great material. You could make your own “best of” from these lists that are better than the ones you can buy at retail.
BONUS video: Some Poison-ous backstory with Sidney and some OCD…
Some long-awaited TRANSFORMERS content for you today! Yes, it has been a few years since we’ve done a posting on those robots in disguise.
My main focus in collecting is Generation 1 (1984-91) and Generation 2 (1992-95) Transformers toys and characters. “G2” began with a lot of recolours and reissues of G1 toys, but new molds started arriving in the early waves. Many of them were gimmicky, with firing weapons being a popular accessory.
In 1994, Hasbro issued the Rotor Force: four toys (two on each faction) that featured firing rotor discs. I managed to acquire a couple nice samples of two figures with rotors intact. Each toy came with two, in case you lose one. I have one with two rotors, and one with a single rotor remaining.
The idea was you wind up the mechanism, twist, and fire! But how far could those rotors fly? Today’s scientific experiment featuring Dr. Kathryn will tell us.
Tim’s Vinyl Confessions Ep. 654: In Praise and Defense of BON JOVI
If there is one band who takes the lion’s share of derision in the rock community…it is probably Poison. If there is one band that takes all that derision unfairly…then we come out in defense of New Jersey’s favourite sons, Bon Jovi.
There is much to say in criticism of Bon Jovi. Are they a real band? Is Jon the best singer in his own band? There are already plenty of videos about that, so here is one that takes the opposite tack: in praise and defense of Bon Jovi.
Joining Tim in this episode are myself, Chez, Jose, Chris Preston, John Snow, Drew, and Steve Deluxe. Enjoy the hardy defense!
Fresh in today’s mail, it is the latest KISS Off the Soundboard CD, Asylum Tour 1985, in Texas!
“But Mike,” you query. “I thought that was a vinyl exclusive, and I thought it sold out too.”
True, it was a stupid coloured 3 LP set, exclusive to the KISS store, and now sold out except in bundles with a shirt.
The Japanese record company said いいえ and issued it on CD anyway. They did a smashing job of it! Some fans received a free sticker; I did not. Inside the cardboard gatefold sleeve was a mini KISS poster, and 2 CDs, each one within its own plastic sleeve within its own printed paper sleeve. The design for this album was a little different from the previous five in that this time there is a picture on the outer cover.
The CD sounds great, and it’s classic fastfastfast 80s Kiss with the unforgettable Eric Carr on drums. That’s why you only see CD 2 in this photo. CD 1 is in the deck! This could have been released officially in 1985.
On the weekend I had the pleasure of doing a show with D’Arcy Briggs from the YouTube channel @darcyska. The topic was the recently reviewed Sing the Sorrow by A.F.I., which D’Arcy recently picked up thrifting as well. With this happy coincidence, we sat down and reviewed the album. It turns out we mostly agreed when we split it down track by track.
Check out this fun review, and a lot of praise for an album you should get!
My written review of the Darkness’ new album Dreams On Toast will take some time, as there are 29 tracks to discuss. 29 tracks?! Why yes, including the five studio bonus tracks, six live ones, and eight acoustic demos. Nevermind that it’s one of the best new releases of 2025. These things take time!
Don’t worry though. Tim Durling has you covered. On Tim’s Vinyl Confessions, they already reviewed the album, and now I’m here to tell you about the bonus tracks. Let’s rip through ’em all like something that’s hot on your tail. Check this video for all the bonus track details for Dreams On Toast!
Who better to talk about extra songs than Mr. Bonus Tracks himself, namely Mike Ladano of @GrabAStackofRocK! We attempt to sort through the various paths and travels one must make to procure all of the Darkness goodness of 2025. Or something like that.
Please welcome back bicyclelegs, from the YouTube channel bicyclelegstalksmusic! He is the first guest to make a return visit to 50 Years of Iron Maiden. He got to talk about two of his favourites, Powerslave and now Seventh Son of a Seventh Son.
It’s another historic Iron Maiden album. Not just songs with common themes about topics such as “time”, but this time Iron Maiden completed their first and only full concept album. The topic was quite esoteric: a seventh son of a seventh son. Such people, born from an unbroken line of seventh sons without daughters in between, were rumoured to posses powers of healing or foresight. What if such a character found himself a pawn in a game of power between good and evil? Not every song on this album is a sequential part of the story, but together we try to walk you through the plot and the twist ending.
Musically, Iron Maiden were using keyboards, which caused some controversy. Though Bruce Dickinson was back in the game and contributing songs and lyrics for the first time in four years, it was a time for change. One member of the band found himself unhappy on tour, and the band’s longtime cover artist was also frustrated with his artistic expression. We cover all this tonight on the show.
Not only that, but as usual you can count on us to cover all the B-sides* (and one unique A-side). Physical product will include an original Seventh Son vinyl, a multitude of singles including a shaped picture disc, and of course CD. As per our custom, Harrison will walk us through the setlists for the tour.
Can I Play with Madness? Scream for us, YouTube, and enjoy this comeback episode of 50 Years of Iron Maiden.
*The only B-sides we will not include in this episode are the tracks from “Infinite Dreams”, which were all re-released on Maiden England, a future live episode.
Airing Friday May 9 at 7:00 P.M. E.S.T. / 8:00 P.M. Atlantic. Enjoy on YouTube.
2008. Jen and I were newlyweds. A few people had told us that it was the best wedding they’d ever been to, including some Record Store party people. I will take partial credit for assembling some killer tunes, but the truth is we did a cool mixture of traditional and unique. We don’t play by the rules and that’s what our wedding was like. For instance, I was told that I had to stand at the front of the church and wait for people to arrive, all serious and stationary. Screw that! I joined the ushers and I greeted people at the church door as they arrived. I mingled, I chatted, and I had fun. I made sure the guests did too. Later on, the reception was off the hook.
The glow lasted weeks. Jen and I were the “new couple” and we basked in it a while. Soon, however, we had to pass the baton on to the next couple. Some old school friends of Jen’s were tying the knot in Toronto that fall. While Jen and I still felt like the gleaming new couple, this time we were just guests. It was kind of a cool feeling. We were dressed up nicely, but since we were just guests, I didn’t bother with a tie, and I felt way more relaxed.
I didn’t know this couple, but they were very nice and made me feel welcome. That was difficult, since the guests were almost entirely old highschool friends that I didn’t know, and they’d all break into inside jokes and stories that left me feeling like a 13th wheel.
There was one guy who was definitely not one of their old schoolmates. Dressed in suit and tie, this man was 10 or 15 years older than us. He had long black hair specked with grey, in a ponytail, and a fancy goatee. He sat in the chapel, in the row in front of us.
“Who’s that guy?” I asked somebody.
“Their weed dealer,” came the surprising answer.
“Cool,” I said. They invited their weed dealer. Nothing more to add.
The bride entered, the ceremony began, and I sat quietly in my seat. Then, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.
Movement where there should be no movement…in the drug dealer’s hair.
I watched with mouth agape as the tiniest spider crawled up and down a thread of silk in the man’s hair. Up and down, up and down. I could not believe it. I whispered to Jen.
“Jen…look at his hair…”
It took a moment, but when the spider scooted down his silk fireman’s pole, she saw.
“Oh my God!” Jen has a fear of spiders.
I just laughed behind my hand.
We may have had a unique wedding, but we definitely didn’t have any hair spiders. That was something I’ve never seen since. The happy couple is still together today. As for the dealer…I do not know what happened to him, but I pray that Shelob never had a meal of him!
No show tonight, as Martin is off and the rest of us need a break.
Having these shows on Wednesdays all winter really did me a lot of good. It gave me something to look forward to in the middle of the week during the cold dark months. Now that summer is arriving, I cannot say what my involvement will be in the future. We haven’t discussed a topic for next week yet, and there is the question of how many more album cover topics there are, that are both interesting and allow for a large panel. We’re also losing a couple cast members for the coming weeks, as John Clauser is on hiatus and another is taking a break.
Stay tuned… we’ll see what next week brings! In the meantime, why not check out one of these cool subjects below?
I don’t pretend to know about bands with whom I have only scratched the surface, so here are some basics on A.F.I. I always considered them to be a punk emo band. A.F.I. (A Fire Inside) are fronted by Davey Havok and have been around for almost 35 years now. In 2003, they were new to me. Working at the record store, some of the younger cooler employees put on A.F.I.’s new album Sing the Sorrow, and I immediately liked it. It had a lot of metal riffing, and I dug Davey’s vocals. I was an instant fan of the disc, and I played it regularly while it was charting in 2003. I still spin it today, and though I’m not a pierced up record store guy with eyeliner anymore, I still dig A.F.I.
Sing the Sorrow was the band’s first big mainstream album after several punk/horror oriented releases. One look at the back cover, and you know it’s going to sound amazing: Produced by Butch Vig and Jerry Finn. The front cover is striking, minimalist and classy. All told, Sing the Sorrow is dark, but with spotlights of bright illumination. Let’s give it a listen.
One thing immediately obvious is that A.F.I. like their grandiose song titles, and so the opening piece is called “Miseria Cantare- The Beginning”. Very Ghost today, no? This keyboard and industrial inflected piece begins with percussion and shouting: “Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us.” And then comes Davey Havok, with soothing melodic and smooth vocals, delivering the melancholy hooks. It’s hard to call this a full song as it’s more an intro, but it’s Davey that reels you comfortably in.
“The Leaving Song, Part II” (again with the pompous song titles that I love so much) is the first real song. Based on a cool bunch of guitar notes and a couple catchy riffs, A.F.I. open not with a blitzkrieg but with a slow and determined dirge. The choruses are gang vocal heaven. This song acted a second single for the album, hitting #16 in the US. Only Davey Havok could make these words sound positive: “Break down, and cease all feeling, burn now, what once was breathing.” Somehow his voice gives hope.
Paces accelerate with one of the best tunes on the album: “Bleed Black”. This one should have been a single. In my ears, this album has nothing but singles, and “Bleed Black” is chief among them. “If you listen, listen, listen…listen close, beat by beat, you can hear when the heart stops, I saved the pieces when it broke, and ground them all to dust.” Yet it sounds like a celebration of defiance, not a dirge of defeat! The chorus is layered with alternative band/Davey vocals, and it’s like crowdsurfing on a cloud. Then, A.F.I. take out the acoustics and go full dirge, but back to the chorus again before it’s too late.
“Silver and Cold” was the third single, a dark and slow tune with industrial effects and subtle, quieter sections and bigger bombastic choruses. Mournful, but powerful too. Tempos bounce back on “Dancing Through Sunday”, fast through and through, with incredible hooks from Davey and the band singing backing vocals. Some cool and prominent bass work, some hammer-ons with the guitar, and we’re not far from familiar territory, but hold on – is that a guitar solo? Yes it is, a full metal guitar solo by Jade Puget, with tapping and fancy fretwork, in the middle of this punky album! And it’s the only solo too, one and done. Talk about using that space effectively!
“Girl’s Not Grey” was the big first single, and it’s all tension and hooks. “What follows has led me to this place, where I belong will all be erased.” Is doesn’t sound like a hook, but that’s the magic of Davey Havok. The guy turns a sentence like that into an anthem, because this song has anthemic qualities. It’s all good, and the drumming is exceptional during the quiet section in the middle. These guys just learned to cross genres in the best way, taking the things that work and using them sparingly and effectively. And man, can Davey deliver hooks.
Dark lonely bass opens “Death of Seasons”. Then, enter Davey, screaming as if in pain. The song then shoots off into a punk rock sprint, but still with a chorus that delivers melody and more hooks. The track ends with Davey declaring that “all of this hatred is fucking real,” before falling screaming into the background while mournful violins sing the last notes. Really haunting stuff.
Guitars fade into “The Great Disappointment”, layered and ringing a haunted chord. The bass indicates that there are still hooks ahead, so stick with it. This could be considered the first ballad on the album. A power ballad – power combined with pain. It’s bleak.
“Paper Airplanes (Makeshift Wings)” is another notably dramatic title, with a punky blast of a song behind it. This track allows you to climb back into the light. With Davey combining his shouting voice with the clean singing in the same lines, it’s a great fun track to headbang to for a while and forget the misery. Pay attention to the drums and percussion, as it’s not all simple bashing. This band, with Hunter Burgan on bass and Adam Carson on drums, can play!
One of the biggest songs in terms of memorable melody is “This Celluloid Dream”, which is a great deep cut and easily could have been a single. The tempo’s not too fast and Davey continues to deliver the goods vocally and melodically. Same with all the backing vocalists: they deliver. Everything sums together like mathematics. 1+2+3=hooks. Among the best songs on the album, and one that deserves some serious listens.
Remember way back when the album began, and we heard Part II of “The Leaving Song”? Now we finally get to Part I, as second last “track” on the CD. This quiet dirge begins with just some bare guitars and Davey singing mournfully. “Leaving” seems to be a recurring things on the album, as “This Celluloid Dream” also uses the word. Though sad, it’s a beautiful song. I suppose you could consider the outro guitars here to be a “solo”, but that would be pushing it.
The album really goes out in a dramatic fashion. The final track on the CD is a 15 minute bulk consisting of three actual pieces of music, two of them “hidden”. “…But Home is Nowhere” is something of a return to form, with the tense guitars hammering out a stuttering riff while Davey delivers the mournful hooks. “This is my life, this is eternal!” goes part of the anthemic chorus.
“The Spoken Word” is untitled in the CD booklet, but its lyrics are included. After a silent pause we are greeted by piano and a creepy child’s voice. This goes on a while, like an Alice Cooper interlude. Then we get to the final real song, “The Time Imperfect” which is bare guitar and vocals, much like “The Leaving Song” at first. Then the drums and bass come in to complete what we’ll call a ballad. There’s one final blast of heavy as we drift along towards the end, followed by creepy, atmospheric reversed guitars, into the dusk.
Sing the Sorrow could not have been more accurately titled. This album is an expression of pain, solitude, loss and also victory. The victory is in the survival of it, and turning it into art. Each chorus allows you to release pain. Beyond that, it is clear that A.F.I. created a sonic painting here. It is an album that takes one on a journey, and features no boundaries to its creative expression. Special credit must go to guitarist Jade Puget who refuses to play it simple, safe, or uninteresting, but never puts the hooks second.
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