Apr 7
Omg.. I might have a chance to hang with Punky Meadows. <3
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Omg.. I might have a chance to hang with Punky Meadows. <3
punky meadows is too beautiful to be real, he’s gotta be some social experiment made by god himself to see how beautiful a man could be
CUNTY VINTAGE DIVA TOURNEY - ROUND ONE
Punky Meadows
Arthur Brown
Vote for the artist you think is the cuntiest of all (or of the two.)
Punky Meadows (1950-) Angel - guitar Songs: "That Magic Touch," "Ain't Gonna Eat My Heart Out Anymore" Propaganda: none
Arthur Brown (1942-) The Crazy World of Arthur Brown - vocals Songs: "Fire," "Rest Cure" Propaganda: none
Angel - Frank DeMino
Angel - Ain't Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore (1977)
Hard glam rock cover of the Young Rascals first hit. Yes, it does sound a bit like KISS, their labelmates. That’s okay, it’s still catchy as hell.
Angel: Angel (1975)
Can anyone reading this please obtain a copy of C.C. DeVille’s birth certificate?
Because I’m all but convinced that Angel guitarist Punky Meadows is the Poison shredder’s FATHAH (Darth Vader voice and all), since both men possessed legitimate guitar hero chops, yet everything they played pretty much turned to shit.
All kidding aside, just as Poison were maybe the biggest blight upon ‘80s “metal” (namely because there was nothing “heavy” about them, other than mascara and drug use), Angel also gave ‘70s hard rock a bad name during their (mercifully) far less popular run, beginning with this first LP.
Well, not quite “first,” since future Angels Punky and bassist Mickie Jones had already recorded an album as Bux in 1973 (shelved until Angel’s rise in ‘76), before they linked up with singer Frank DiMino, drummer Barry Brandt, keyboard wiz Gregg Giuffria, and were “discovered” by Kiss’ Gene Simmons.
Duly signed to Casablanca -- no doubt with some financial consideration for Mr. Simmons -- Angel became Kiss’ dazzling, all-white-clad visual antithesis, while this debut album’s inconsistent songs began ensuring that they’d also fail where Gene, Paul, Ace and Peter succeeded.
Between Punky’s aforementioned “curse” and DiMino’s reedy, nails-on-chalkboard screech, would-be-singles like “Rock & Rollers” and “On & On” (which truly seems to go on and on and on forever) made for a musical “sermon” that couldn’t end soon enough!
So it was the group’s only real star, Giuffria, who provided most of the album’s interesting bits: from the space-age synthesizers of castle metal opener “Tower” (dig that promo clip!), to the classical piano of “Mariner,” to the faux-harpsichord interlude in “Long Time,” to the blended synths and Hammond organ of “Broken Dreams.”
But it simply wasn’t enough, and no amount of capital investment from Casablanca, nor the patronizing career advice from Simmons (all of it undoubtedly centered on that eternal question: “why aren’t you making me more money?”), ultimately converted enough hard rock fans to Angel’s gospel.
Instead, the group basically faked their way through the latter half of the ‘70s -- not unlike Poison would do in the second half of the ‘80s, albeit with a lot less red ink on their accounting ledgers than resulted from Angel’s bankrupt career.
More Angel: Helluva Band; plus Bux’s We Came Here to Play.
Angel! I was brought up on this killer band!
Punky Meadows
