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May 26, 2011

Van Halen, "(Oh) Pretty Woman"

Cowboys and Tarzans and Napoleon, Oh My! Van Halen, Pretty Woman 

THE VIDEO Van Halen, "(Oh) Pretty Woman," Diver Down, 1982, Warner Bros. SAMPLE LYRIC "Oh you look love-ly, as you could beee / are you lonely just, like meeeeeee? / [Growl]" 

THE VERDICT Van Halen's first video that isn't just performance taped for Musikladen or one of those kinds of shows, and zoinks, it's a total WTF-fest. I find a lot of people aren't familiar with it unless they're either a) serious David Lee Roth fans or b) serious viewers of Vh-1 classic, since MTV wouldn't air it back in the day. 

Considering that by their fourth album you'd assume Van Halen were making decent music video money, this low-budget weird-off makes no sense. Seriously, it's like the Manos, The Hands of Fate of music videos. 

Lord only knows where this was filmed. I'm guessing it's winter in California — there aren't leaves on the trees, but there are leaves on everything else, and it looks sunny but kinda cold, so we'll go with SoCal winter. The main action appears to take place in I don't even know what — a ghost town? A long-abandoned girl-scout camp? Seriously, I've got nothing here. 

But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I should note that in a bizarre touch, the video starts not just with the camera panning around this strange landscape, but also by establishing what we're watching (something you almost never see, except in much later high-end rap videos, where it's usually meant more to imitate movies). First we see "Van Halen" written in giant stone letters, a la Monty Python's Life of Brian logo. Then we get "in", done in Western-looking rope letters. Finally, "Pretty Woman," done tiki-style. These type treatments give us some idea of the narrative consistency to come. 

With the song's lengthy instrumental opening, we move through this weird empty town (or whatever it is) to find a very slim woman in a white dress, nylons, gold heels, and a white headband who has been bound by her hands between two posts. She's struggling, and being aggressively fondled by a pair of little men who appear to be clad in red long underwear. I want to say this is the weirdest part of the video, but honestly it's probably not. It is, however, the part that MTV was not down with at the time.

Van Halen, Pretty Woman 

We then go inside one of the shacks, where the little-person-bondage action is playing on a TV set that's covered in sort of security guard detritus (a bunch of empty coffee cups, what appears to be a plate of partially-eaten chicken). There's a little Quasimodo-type guy dressed in colorful clothing watching the TV from across the room. He jumps up and races toward the camera, and we see him bending in to twist knobs (as if we were behind the TV's screen). 

Some people claim it's David Lee Roth playing the hunchback, but I think that's just 'cause both make exaggerated faces. The hunchback sort of freaks out and spins across his little garbage-strewn room (which is illuminated by a bare light bulb — weird that it's this crap-looking but still has full-color surveillance capabilities, isn't it?). He climbs up a very rustic-looking ladder — apparently he has a better view of the lady being tortured from his second floor than he does from his TV. 

He runs back downstairs and — of course — gets on the phone. 'Cause yeah, even though based on the buildings' appearances this place wouldn't even have running water, they have electricity and phone service. Who ya gonna call? (Oh crap, now I'm gonna have the Ghostbusters theme stuck in my head all day. Whatever, I've brought it on myself.) 

Anyway, he calls Michael Anthony, who's elaborately dressed as a Samurai. This video is Michael Anthony's golden hour. Normally he kind of reminds me of George Costanza, but in this video he is almost reminiscent of Chris Pratt. And not of Chris Pratt as Che, the final nail in The O.C.'s coffin, but as Andy Dwyer, the swoon-worthy buffoon on my beloved Parks and Recreation

Anyway, Michael Anthony is standing next to a concrete wall and a bored-looking palomino horse, practicing swinging his sword around and yelling. He notices his phone — since of course, he also has a phone right there — and picks up, we assume talking to the hunchback. He puts on a hat and heads for the horse.

Van Halen, Pretty Woman 

Next Quasimodo calls Alex Van Halen. Wow. Now speaking of being in your magic hour. This video is definitely Alex's finest moment. He looks like some kind of sexy Jeff Goldblum here, glad in a tiger-skin loincloth. He's squatting on top of a zebra skin in a reed hut, surrounded by random bones and, naturally, a phone. He's also wearing aviator sunglasses and a big necklace. Alex picks up the phone, doesn't say anything, and just throws the phone aside, runs out of his hut, and gives a big Tarzan yell. 

We then cut to Eddie Van Halen, already on the phone. He's a cowboy, sitting beside the remains of a campfire. Eddie has on a Richie Sambora-style black, flat-top cowboy hat, a red bandanna, black vest, one black glove (why?), and what appear to be black leather pants. He finishes his call, throws his cigarette into the fire, and then his stunt double does some gun-twirling (I mean, if Ed were doing it himself, we'd probably see more than just his hand in the shot, right?). 

And speaking of stunt doubles — we then see "Michael Anthony" riding his horse. Later we also get shots of "Eddie Van Halen" riding his horse through some water — they don't mess around here, putting a bandanna over the rider's face. 

But we must set that aside for a moment, because, at last, David Lee Roth has entered the video. And of course, is Diamond Dave squatting outside in the dirt? Oh hell no. He is sitting at a long tale in a fancy, formal dining room, and he is dressed as (naturally) Napoleon Bonaparte. He's writing in a ledger with a feather pen when suddenly he pauses, and — we cut to Alex running through a field. 

Oh, but then we're back with Dave. He's making a studiedly expressionless face while on the phone. And his phone is red — he couldn't even have the same phone as the other guys. Dave stands up, and then we see him walking through his giant house, which has an elaborate checkerboard floor. 

Suddenly, it's night, and the lady in white is still battling the little people. One is now wearing sunglasses and a Native American-style feathered headdress, while the other has on a cape and a top hat. Eddie, Alex, and Michael simultaneously walk up to face this little scene. 

Their arrival greatly alarms the little people, who let the woman go momentarily. Somehow in the confusion of all these reaction shots, the woman is suddenly untied, though she doesn't run toward the band, she just kind of jumps around.

Van Halen, Pretty Woman 

Next thing you know, a white stretch limo comes roaring in through the fog (which has also mysteriously suddenly appeared). The Quasimodo guy (who was driving it?) runs around to open the passenger door, and of course, you know it's Dave. Too good for a plain phone, too good for a horse. I know I sound like I'm being harsh on DLR, but if you read this at all regularly, you know the man is like my patron saint, so I say these things in love. 

Dave looks at everyone else in the band, then sort of makes this lascivious chin jerk at the camera. Even keeping as much of a straight face as he does in this video, Dave still manages to throw off a slutty vibe. Then he turns, somewhat alarmed. 

Why? Because we've hit what may be the weirdest part of the video. The untied woman runs toward him, and as she does, she pulls off her hair and headband — apparently it was a wig. Not only that, but her face is ghastly pale, and her eyes appear sunken. She walks toward the camera, smirks, and — so wait, is she dead? Is she a zombie? No wait, on closer examination — is that a dude? WTF is up with this video? 

So, so many questions, and basically no answers. If I had to put where I liked this video, I'd still put it behind the late version Roy Orbison made (since obviously music videos weren't a thing in 1964), but well ahead of the Julia Roberts hooker-princess movie

P.S.: It was either this title or "Oh Bondage, Up Yours!", and quite frankly, I get enough hits from people searching for p*rn as it is.

Aug 19, 2010

Danzig, "She Rides"

Danzig Got Back
Danzig, She Rides
THE VIDEO Danzig, "She Rides," Danzig, 1988, Def American

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SAMPLE LYRIC "She-eeee-ulll take you down / she'll take you / she-eeeeeeee-eeel take you ar-ooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww-ouund"

THE VERDICT Oh man, this video cracks me up every time. Seriously y'all, it's the "Simply Irresistible" of heavy metal videos. I know, since they're both from albums from 1988, it's hard to say which came first. But since with "Simply Irresistible" Robert Palmer is really just ripping off his own video ("Addicted to Love"), we're going to go with "She Rides" being the "Simply Irresistible" of metal, as opposed to "Simply Irresistible" being the "She Rides" of um... uh... whatever you'd describe Robert Palmer as. If I had to guess, I'd say "Simply Irresistible" had about at least a dozen times the budget of "She Rides," but it's good to know that no matter how much money you have, you still can't find models with rhythm.

Let us count the reasons this video is amazing. We will start with the dancing chick whose ass dominates the screen for a fair chunk of the video. One of the many, many things that makes watching old videos (well, old anything really) amazing is how much they let you see how beauty standards have changed. For one, it looks like she did her own makeup. But crazy hair color aside, what's amazing about this main woman (there are other gals in the video but we see her the best) is how natural she is. She doesn't look especially young, she's rocking an A-cup, and she's trim but not toned. Nor have they oiled her up or anything like that (possibly they didn't have an oil budget for this video).

Also interesting are her assortment of tattoos. I feel like in 1988 this video probably was like "OMG it's the painted lady." Now? At least in some parts of San Diego, it's hard to find women who don't have sleeves. Or think of that racist weirdo (from San Diego, natch) that Jesse James got himself involved with. This lady's tattoos are downright tasteful -- I mean, she could put on clothes and have them all covered. Times have changed.

Danzig, She Rides

Speaking of clothes and times changing, let's also mention what she is wearing, and how it is the skimpiest and most intensely high-waisted thong ever. Though they had not yet penetrated the mainstream, Brazilian waxes appear to have been alive and well in 1988. Based on the way this woman dances like this is the most boring thing she's ever done (if you look closely, you can see her calculating like how much she'll have to pay the babysitter if the video shoot runs long) and is able to keep the rhythm (unlike the gal by the drums), we're going to conjecture she's had some professional experience.

Reason #2 this video is amazing: Danzig himself, of course. We mostly see him in extreme close-ups that don't even show his whole face, and the whole time he is bobbing up and down in time with the music. I may be going out on a limb here, but I'm thinking it's meant to imply that Danzig is actually getting it on the whole time. If this is true, we have learned that Danzig is at once industrious and indifferent. I mean, he's plugging away there, but his attempts at acting smoldering come off as boredom.

Even more amazing are Danzig's interactions with the women in this video, because try as they might to make him seem man-size, he is a tiny little dude. The main woman in the video looks to be on the tall side -- admittedly, it could be that she's skinny, but to me she looks more like she's 5'8" and 120 pounds than 5'2" and like, 80 pounds. Put her in the same shot as Danzig -- either he's standing on a box or she's kneeling. I'm not sure which it is, but since he's about 5'2", if she were actually as short as they're making her look here, she'd have to be about 4'10", which is the cut-off for being considered a dwarf (look out, Snooki).

Danzig, She Rides

The other two women in the video who interact with Danzig we mostly see as pairs of hands, and oh, what hands. The curly-haired gal has on terrifying fake nails, and when she's stroking Danzig's back (apparently being as shocked by his tramp stamp as I was the first time I saw this video) we can reach one of two conclusions. Either she is in possession of gigantic Abraham Lincoln hands, or Danzig is tiny. Similarly, when the other woman strokes first his face, then his bicep, to put it in size terms wrestling fans will understand, it looks like the Great Khali mixing it up with Rey Mysterio. Danzig is itty-bitty!

What else is amazing? Um, the rest of Danzig, and how they completely ignore these women, no matter how close they get to them. John Christ mostly has legs superimposed next to him, so I guess it's okay that he doesn't even bother flipping his hair out of his eyes to look over there. But Chuck Biscuits appears to have a real live lady dancing right next to him for basically the entire video, and he doesn't look even a little bit. Only Danzig seems to want to get his chest hair stroked by them.

Which brings us to the fourth amazing aspect of this video, which we can consider #4, or we can call 2B -- the sensuous Danzig. Seriously, when he has the long creepy nails stroking his chained hands, make sure you don't have any liquids in your mouth, because you will spit them at whatever screen you're watching it on. And oh goodness, the Spiderman kiss at the end is unbearable. I feel like Danzig is in on the joke, but still. It's just. Too. Much.

Because really, this is the weird thing about Danzig. He is kind of hot. I mean, not the chest hair. But oftentimes I've looked at the unquestionably hot John Morrison (I know, I can't seem to stop talking about wrestling) and thought "Dang, he looks like Glenn Danzig." The whole point of John Morrison is that he's supposed to look like Jim Morrison, but I'll be damned if Glenn Danzig doesn't look a little bit like a short, ripped Jim Morrison with a weird haircut. Maybe the rest of the Doors should call him next.

I submit, for your edification, a side by side comparison: (L-R) John Morrison, Glenn Danzig, Jim Morrison
John Morrison, Glenn Danzig, Jim Morrison

Aug 12, 2010

Alice Cooper, "Poison"

Don't Call It a Comeback
Alice Cooper, Poison
THE VIDEO Alice Cooper, "Poison," Trash, 1989, Epic

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Poi-saaaaaahn / you're poison runnin' through my veins / poi-saaaaaaahhn / I don't wanna break these chains"

THE VERDICT This video is like a time capsule of what heterosexual men thought was sexy in 1989. High-waisted thongs, high-waisted jeans, straight blond hair a la Christina Applegate and curly light-brown hair a la Rebecca Gayheart (actually, this gal looks quite a bit like Keri Russell). If you were to extend this into a full-length feature, it would also need to have clothes from Merry-Go-Round (it may already have this come to think) and Designer Imposters fragrances (which I know they still make, but I feel like approximately 1988 through 1994 was their heyday). I guess I should also note if you're really into this stuff, the uncensored version of the video lets you see the Keri Russell-looking-one topless.

Other than the two afore-described ladies lounging around, fonding chains, and trying to poison Alice, this video mostly features, well, Alice, looking at once especially leathery and the same as he's always looked. He's surrounded by a relatively generic-looking bunch of musicians who I'm pretty sure aren't the same guys who appear in the other videos from this album. Definitely not "House of Fire," though the "House of Fire" guys may well be the iteration of the band that appears in Wayne's World (digression on that to come!).

In this vid, he's got one guy with Zakk Wylde-esque hair (as always, I mean the hot Zakk Wylde, not today's Zakk Wylde) and a blonde guitarist who is seriously hott (yes, with two t's). He looks like the best of Duff McKagan crossed with the best of Taime Downe somehow shoved into one guy. Possibly after this video they realized they needed to surround Alice with way less hot guys. They should've put Kip Winger back in the band! (*Rimshot*)

Alice Cooper, Poison

Here's the promised Wayne's World digression: I also like that even though it's a bit later, the Alice Cooper of Trash always makes me think of Wayne's World. Alice is of course in real life a big-time conservative, which pains me greatly. I bring this up in the Wayne's World vein because his cameo in that movie (as well as his special guest appearance on The Muppet Show, which was one of my favorites growing up and is what I associate Welcome to My Nightmare Alice Cooper with) makes me think that unlike those other metal conservatives (I'm talking about you, Paul and Gene) Alice seems like a nice guy who's not unwilling to make fun of himself.

Of course, notorious metal conservative Ted Nugent and his tongue-in-cheek performance as himself on Undeclared combined with his real-life douchery only confounds this picture further. (As does big-time metal liberal Dave Mustaine's seeming inability to make fun of himself.) Sigh! As long as we're talking Wayne's World though, let me also mention the guitarist in Cassandra's band Crucial Taunt -- it's Marc Ferrari from Keel! He did the music for the movie and plays in her band. Also, regardless of your party affiliation, you must agree he's ah-dorable.

Long story short, we've got babes, we've got Alice, we've got a bright blue background, some pieces of diaphanous red fabric waving through the air, chains, chairs getting kicked over -- it's pretty much what metal videos are starting to look like at this point in time, as the 80s wind down and we head into the early 90s, when basically all metal videos will look like this (viz. 1991's "No More Tears," which is basically the same video just with more water and an exceptionally hot young Zakk Wylde). What I really want to talk about here is the song.

Alice Cooper, Poison

This was Alice Cooper's big comeback song -- I mean yes, there were singles in the 80s, like that horrible Friday the 13th one, but not like this. This song is what happens when you go out and hire yourself a hitman. I don't mean a mafioso, and for once, I don't mean Bret 'The Hitman' Hart (though get ready 'cause I'm about to go on a big tangent about wrestling). I mean a producer who can write songs that the whole world wants to hear, regardless of who's singing them. I mean what else has Desmond Child worked on: Bon Jovi's biggest albums, 80s KISS, 80s Aerosmith... think about it. (And I'm not hating, I have heard Alice himself say as much about this album.) I mean think about this song -- it's freakin' genius. Who could screw it up? Nobody.

I've been thinking about this lately because of something that happened to me, about which I am very, very ashamed. As I've mentioned before, I love professional wrestling (shut! That's not the thing I'm ashamed of!), and as I don't think I've mentioned before, I've finally found in my fiance a man who's willing to watch it with me (so let's throw out all your gendered stereotypes about who watches what right now, okay?). Anyway. I hadn't watched it consistently in a couple of years when we started watching it again this past January, at which point I got really into not just wrestling for the zillionth time, but the music of wrestling.

Now, back when I was first watching wrestling in the 1980s, sure, wrestlers had entrance music. But except for Hulk Hogan's Rick Derringer theme ("Real American" -- don't act like you don't remember!), it was mostly instrumental and repetitive. A lot of it I would guess was public domain (e.g., Ric Flair's "Also Sprach Zarathrusta", Randy 'Macho Man' Savage's bizarre choice of "Pomp and Circumstance").

As it turns out, at least for WWF/WWE wrestlers, these are all written by the same guy, who also plays many of the instruments, which is a heck of a thing to do. Anyway, he's been doing that for a couple of decades. But long story short, at some point in the 90s, they began to shift away from having theme music to wrestlers having theme songs. And while these theme songs vary in musical style (girl pop for Tiffany, Jimi Hendrix tribute for John Morrison), a great many of them are pretty much lyrical metal. Though some feature performers from nu-metal bands (e.g. Randy Orton's theme, which I have grown to utterly love), there's nothing nu about the sound they wind up with.

Alice Cooper, Poison

So it wasn't really a surprise to me that I wound up really digging the theme song to Monday Night RAW -- it's this rocking, rollicking thing that you could imagine Slaughter or even Cinderella doing. Or really anyone doing. It's that kind of song -- there isn't a band on earth that could screw this thing up, that's how well-produced it is. And as if to prove my point, once I finally went to figure out who performed the Monday Night RAW theme ...it's ...ulp ...oh god ...it's Nickelback. Yes, the band widely reviled as bottomfeeders of basically, well, the entire music industry. Nickelback. A band basically synonymous with suck. Why, why couldn't it have been Creed? Or Uncle Kracker? Or something else equally embarassing? But no, it's Nickelback. Yes, dear reader, I like a Nickelback song. By accident! By accident!

But here's the thing: Could Nickelback have accomplished this one their own? Oh hell no. You know who produced the album this came from? That's right, the former Mr. Shania Twain, Mutt Lange. Do you know what else he produced? An assload of hits for AC/DC and Def Leppard. If this were performed by AC/DC or Def Leppard, I wouldn't be ashamed. But this is the damnedest part of the whole thing. If this were performed by AC/DC or Def Leppard (particularly the latter), it wouldn't sound that different. That's the thing. Producers, composers, lyricists like Desmond Child or Mutt Lange -- they help you create songs that are just impossible for performers to screw up. Or for listeners to get out of their heads. Thus explaining why Ke$ha has a hit with a song ripped off from "there's a place in France where the naked ladies dance."

P.S.: In all my distraction with this song's production, I forgot all about the weird Burning Man-looking sculpture in the video. It's hard to see in grainy black and white, but I think Alice is tied to it at one point.

P.P.S.: One other thing I love to do with all these wrestling themes is come up with the perfect 80s metal band to perform them. The Big Show's "welllll" is just calling for the voice of Glenn Danzig, and similarly, the wailing in Edge's theme would be well-suited to Geoff Tate and Queensryche. I'm pretty sure the new theme for the newly 'dashing' Cody Rhodes was written explicitly to rip off Slippery When Wet-era Bon Jovi, so why not have them cover it? Winger are perfect for the sleaze-rock of Dolph Ziggler's theme, and come on, a silly rap-rock theme for The Miz? Somebody call Anthrax!

P.P.P.S.: I know a lot of people find this post because they're searching "who are the girls in the Alice Cooper 'Poison' video" or something like that. I can't find any info whatsoever on the blonde (sorry!), but many sources point to the brunette (who I described as looking like Felicity/Keri Russell) being a gal named Rana Kennedy. So far as I can tell, she's now a Pilates instructor in North County, and most of the other work she did even back in the late 80s/early 90s was fitness modeling. (Cue NBC's little 'The More You Know' shooting star thing.)

Aug 1, 2005

Krokus, "Screaming in the Night"

The Stuff of Nightmares
Krokus, Screaming in the Night
THE VIDEO Krokus, "Screaming in the Night," Headhunter, 1983, Arista

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Screamin' in the night / fightin' for my life / I di-iiied for you / I knew it all along / headed for the sun / our loooo-ooove was true"

EXCESSIVELY DETAILED DESCRIPTION The video opens with a head-on shot of some bizarrely dressed women doing a high-kicking dance with some kind of strange structure in the background. Because the film has some kind of weird effect going on in order to make the sky all black, it's hard to tell exactly what's happening. Anyway, they do slo-mo jumps and kicks while carrying giant staffs and wearing outfits made of various leather scraps tied to their bodies sort of randomly.

This shot fades into one of a number of plainly dressed people wearing metal masks or helmets who are all pulling a large wagon. We quickly see the band, then see a woman in a black leotard waving something around. Then we see the band again -- the guitarists are standing up on some sort of platform, while the lead singer is clad in nothing but a loincloth (and what the hell is that giant thing between his legs! Who are they kidding! If that thing were real, it would mean the guy from Black Oak Arkansas was hung like a toddler, if you see what I'm saying). He's sort of semi-crucified on a wooden thing.

The camera then pans past a strange open-air structure decorated by mannequin legs. It enables us to see that the Krokus dude is being pulled forward on the back of a wagon (probably the wagon we saw the front of before). Behind him are coming a punch of people in blue-gray coveralls and black hoods or masks carrying a wooden casket on their shoulders while more women do goofy modern dance moves alongside them. Other people walk behind them carrying staffs and such, most of whom are festively dressed in sort of a pseudo-Renaissance fashion.

Next we see more hapless masked men, these ones are using rope to drag along an old car that has had its windows painted over (what the hell was the point of this? I know I could say that for anything I've described so far, but this detail really begs the question). As the song finally starts, we get a close-up of the singer getting all growly as he sings whilst chained to that post thing. Next we jump back to the beginning of the procession, and the lady in the black leotard (who appears to be layering it over loose gray sweatpants tucked into knee-high black boots). She's carrying a helmet, too, and for no reason, the sky has turned red.

Now Mr. Krokus is not on the cross and he has been given his shirt back. He's walking along face-to-face with a Pat Benatar-ish girl in a silvery corset thing, both appear to have their hands tied behind their backs. The leotard lady leads the group up to that big cage from "Rock You Like a Hurricane," only now it's outside in a sort of post-apocalyptic courtyard. We can see pinkish-red clouds in the distance and people (guards?) standing on top of buildings. Along with a ton of masked men, she throws the whole band into the cage, and at the last minute pulls out the girl. The Krokus dude runs over to the fence, and the girl calls out as the lady drags her away toward some stairs.

Krokus, Screaming in the Night

A bunch more masked folk turn a giant contraption, and fake lightning flickers in the sky as the leotard lady drags the girl through a crowded marketplace full of futuristic weirdos. The lady shoves people aside while dragging the girl. They finally make it up to the same set they use in Krokus' "Eat the Rich" video, which is some statues beside several tiers of stairs leading up to a throne with a giant spire coming out of it. Tons of the masked guys are standing guard all over it, and there are people doing fruity partner dances too.

The lady pulls the girl to the top of all the stairs, where she gives her over to a heavy bald bearded dude who is sitting in the throne. He's dressed sort of like a futuristic biker dude, with an army helmet and vest on but also a big cape. He nods approval and then grabs the girl, who struggles with him. He cackles as they forcibly embrace.

A shot of a fake sunset fades to black to establish that it is now night. A hand reaches out to the face of the Krokus dude, who is sleeping on the floor of the cage. He startles, but then realizes it's the girl. He of course gets up right away to make out with her, but then the evil bald dude runs in and grabs her away. We see the Krokus dude's insanely lame reaction shot as the bald guy pulls out a knife and stabs her. He laughs all crazily as her body slumps to the ground with a line of blood above her right breast.

The scene fades out, and we again see the masked coverall guys carrying a wooden coffin with some dancers cavorting about behind them. They are followed by more of the same guys carrying the Krokus dude (shirtless yet again) chained to a platform thing. The sky is artificial black again, and they carry the whole kit and caboodle into a smallish striped pyramid thing with some statuary outside of it. They load it all in, and the bald dude waves his arm around, and they seal off the entrance.

Fake lightning strikes the point of the pyramid, and the assembled crowd scatters. Lightning then strikes the door of bricks that they just propped up, and it falls over. Lastly, lightning strikes inside the pyramid, causing the chains binding the Krokus dude to disappear, and he sits up and rubs his wrists. There is a small explosion behind him, causing a burst of light from a box. He goes over to the box and finds sneakers, jeans, and a lame, pirate-esque shirt, which he puts on. A trap door opens in the floor, and he looks over and then heads over to it. As he runs he peeks out the main door again, and sees the masked guards approaching, so he hauls ass through that trap door.

Coming out the other side, he finds himself climbing down a ladder into a diner. He looks around the whole room -- yes, typical urban diner -- and is rubbing a hand through his curly locks when he realizes the waitress is the leotard lady. And then, the cook is the bearded dude! And then, there on the TV hanging above the counter, there's him and his band playing on the futuristic set!

Krokus, Screaming in the Night

He makes a disgusted face, and as that ends the TV changes over to a blue screen that says "Rock + Roll" on it in white and the VJ is none other than the love interest from the future. In his shock, openmouthed, he climbs up onto the counter and walks across it, stepping into everyone's food and knocking over cups and plates along the way. The last four people at the counter (who are especially disheveled and not really eating) are the other band members, and they all look up at him, as does the chef dude from his little window.

The Krokus dude grabs the sides of the TV and sings the final chorus to it, giving it all he's got. The leotard lady/sassy waitress nods her approval. Two of the band members look up at him, one holding a coffee cup and the other gesturing while holding half a sandwich in his mouth. The girl on TV just goes on talking, oblivious to his remonstrations, and he makes many, many wussy faces. The last shot we see is of one of his bandmates looking up at him while pouring the entire sugar container out onto his plate.

THE VERDICT It's been a while since I've done a video that's pretty ridiculous and requires truly excessive description, but whatever, I'm worth it. But is Krokus? Though not pretty boys by any stretch of the imagination, these five Swiss lads are considered by many to be the lowest of the low. The All Music Guide, which normally can find something good to say about practically anybody (at the very least, they find in favor of the bands via their having been "underappreciated," "underrated," etc.), dishes out nothing but bile for Krokus. Ok, wait -- at least I thought they did. Reading this again, it is sounding not so harsh. Jeez, did they retract their previous statements about the band being musically inept opportunists looking to make a quick buck? I'm confused. Oh man, it seems that Headhunter has even been made an album pick.

A-ha! Here's what I'm remembering -- not the band bio, but the album review. Here's but a taste to whet your palate: "Shameless bandwagon hoppers that they were... singer generally makes a nuisance of himself with his grating speech... guitarist Fernando Von Arb's incessant pouting remains an especially horrifying image...." Okay, so it's not actually quite as bad as I remembered. But still.

Do they deserve it? Well, maybe. Much of the criticism involves their having been a crappy prog rock band who spotted a quick buck when they switched to metal (this fad was a precursor to the numerous glam metal bands who switched to heavier stuff, not all of whom are necessarily bad -- viz. Pantera). I'm not sure if the name was a leftover from their trippier days or if in Switzerland crocuses are considered more badass than they are over here (they are, after all, very hardy flowers), though simply changing the C's to K's doesn't make it that badass. It reminds me of that Danish band D:A:D (a/k/a "Disneyland After Dark") -- could no English speaker at their record label tell them that that acronym was not so badass across the pond?

Krokus, Screaming in the Night

I digress. To me, Krokus' weak point is neither their name nor their willingness to change genres. Their wussiness stems from two things. First, for every single they put out that was actually an original song, they also put out one that was an abominably crappy cover (e.g., "Ballroom Blitz," "School's Out"). Their original songs are no picnic either (particularly "Midnight Maniac," which is kind of unbelievably bad), but at least on those you feel like they're sort of trying.

The second thing is the tendency of their non-performance videos to hinge upon a relationship between the toad-like lead singer (who's also got to be what, like 5'6" max?) and an 80s babe. Like David Coverdale, this dude is no stranger to the open-mouthed kiss on camera. But compared to this guy, David Coverdale is a total fox. Apparently they didn't think the rest of the band was even worth showing off stateside, as they tend to figure into their videos very, very little. Now sure, those dudes are not good looking, but they really believed the lead singer was so good looking that he needed to be shirtless practically at all times? This I find hard to believe.

Also, what the hell happened in this video? (Besides that the record company was like "We built this set, and you need to use it at least twice" -- and apparently later it was lent out for Babylon A.D.'s craptastic "Hammer Swings Down.") I'm guessing it was like, he had this whole persecuted in the future nightmare, and then he woke up.... Uh okay, maybe it's like, he works in the diner, or he lives upstairs from it, and he had this nightmare that he was in the future and his evil coworkers were running everything and he had this hot girlfriend from TV but like, they were unjustly persecuted? And then he woke up and came back down to work, and couldn't believe that like, it was such a coincidence that that girl was on TV? So he decided to make a big mess on the counter? Or something?

Note: To give credit where credit (or perhaps blame) is due, the members of Krokus are vocalist Marc Storace, guitarist Fernando Von Arb, guitarist Mark Kohler, drummer Freddy Steady, and bassist Chris Von Rohr.

Another note: Yes, I'll fix these murky-ass photos as soon as I can -- I am in the process of upgrading my computer to OSX four years too late, so it may be a while before I can actually get anything done.

A last note: It took me fully five years to actually get around to updating these images (9/6/10). What can I say -- while my personal technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, the quality of the copies of Krokus videos floating around out there has remained static.

Apr 11, 2005

Mötley Crüe, "Looks That Kill"

Possibly the Quintessential 80s Metal Video
Motley Crue, Looks That Kill
THE VIDEO Mötley Crüe, "Looks That Kill," Shout at the Devil, 1983, Elektra

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SAMPLE LYRIC "She's got the looks that kill! / that kiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiillllllllllllllllllll / she's got the looks that kill! / that kiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiillllllllllllllllllll / [she's! got! the! looks! that kill! / she's! got! the! looks! that kill!]"

EXCESSIVELY DETAILED DESCRIPTION Wide-eyed women dressed in pseudo-futuristic cave gear appear behind a wall of rock. They look back and forth rapidly in a manner similar to that of my dog when she thinks I might drop food, then begin to climb over the wall. Clad in rags, the two (a brunette followed by a blonde) join several more in a small, rocky clearing and appear ready to begin some kind of interpretive dance.

We cut away from them to see the four members of the Crüe, backlit and holding torches which then spark and light themselves. As the torches begin to burn, we see the light reflected on the faces of the women, who begin to panic. Okay, or make panicked expressions. The Mötley boys break from their poses and bring the torches down lower (lighting their faces a little) and begin waving them around. This causes the women to break it down like a bunch of Sarah Lawrence dance majors, if you see what I'm saying. They all stand together in a group and collapse while making jazz hands. As they do so, the camera zooms up and right toward a particular blonde.

Nikki Sixx walks down a hallway that's part rock, part the kind of railing used in high schools and Miami condos. Cut to Vince Neil, seen almost over the shoulder as he checks out some rocks with his torch. Next Tommy Lee, who appears to be somewhere a bit darker and spookier, kind of swivels his hips and makes an assertive hand gesture. Mick Mars, as per usual, gets the shaft.

Turns out Tommy was signaling the rest of the gang to wave their torches at the ladies, causing them to scatter somewhat artfully. Nikki squats and brandishes his torch as the women scream, Vince keeps them moving, then Tommy performs a lift with an especially supply young lass, spinning her around on his hip a la Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing.

As the Crüe advance, even Mick gets in on the action. They eventually corral the women into a well, corral and continue holding up their torches while they fence them in. For reasons unclear, we then watch each torch being carefully secured to a fencepost.

I'll be your private cage dancer, a dancer for Tommy

Their audience in place, the boys proceed to rock. First we see Vince, looking the fittest he's ever looked in his life. It's not just the painted-on lavender cheekbones, in this rare case Neil is actually in fantastic shape. He's wearing a Mötley Crüe headband in his platinum locks, some kind of studded choker, and a silver and red studded um... it looks like a shoulder holster. He also has on many studded arm and wristbands plus little black fingerless gloves.

We check out Tommy briefly and next clearly see Nikki, in that classic shot of him rolling his head back and bugging his eyes out. He's wearing a skinny black headband plus a black studded dog collar, and he's also got on big earrings with crosses hanging from them and red and white cords of some description coming out of his hair. His top is very Road Warriors and also very The Road Warrior, with spiky shoulder pads and ripped stockings on his arms. He's got on his classic Shout at the Devil makeup too, with black streaks across both cheeks and red lips. The more faces he makes, the more dry ice they pile on behind him.

Next we see Mick. His hair is teased to perfection as he brandishes his guitar, and he's wearing a black shiny shirt with torn up sleeves. He also has on a headband (red, to match his lips), and extra-creepy fake cheekbones drawn on. Then we finally sort of clearly see Tommy. He's headbanging away so he's a little hard to make out, but he's wearing a red and black striped studded shirt, a white headband, lots of makeup (eyeliner, lipstick, and the requisite bdouble cheek stripe).

The women look on in agony, one of them even bent over on the ground. The camera zooms in on her dirty hand, then moves over to some reflective liquid above which stand the Crüe, who are all wearing high-heeled boots a la Kiss. The camera moves upward till Nikki, Vince, and Mick (all singing) come more clearly into view. The camera then pulls back, revealing that they're playing in a rubble-strewn, concrete area bounded by fog and what looks like gasoline spilled on the ground but is probably just paint or something.

Vince writes around almost stripper-like, enjoying his fleeting hotness, as the band rocks out. The camera then pans up Nikki as he bangs his head, showing off his torn-to-pieces black shirt. Very bondage chic. Vince does a very David Lee Roth-esque spin, then as he sings "the clock strikes midnight," Tommy hits a big bell. We watch Tommy drum very enthusiastically for a moment, then see Nikki making more cool faces.

Sorry Butt-head, this proves that everything does NOT suck

After a shot of Tommy from above, Vince sets aside his mic and he, Nikki, and Mick approach the cage. They taunt the women and again, the gals make the faces my dog makes while I'm eating popcorn. Vince regains his mic as a wind machine kicks up, and a better shot of Mick than we had before reveals that he's also wearing some serious leather strappage. Vince sticks his face in the cage, which makes them go nuts, and Nikki vamps some more.

Suddenly, a big square thing appears, surrounded by tons of fog. The wind blows back Vince's majestic mane and causes tumbleweed to roll across the ground. Blocks of crap fall out of the sky, and a piece of fabric falls onto one of the women's face. Lights flash as all the women in the cage thrash about, then as one of them looks up, screaming, the block begins to fall away to reveal... Tia Carrere! No, it's Kimora Lee Simmons!

No, I don't know who it is, but basically it's like the queen babe. She has giant black hair and is wearing an enormous headpiece, a costume that reminds me of the one chick in He-Man, and is carrying a large shield. She also has like a crossbow type thing attached to her left arm. The band backs off and the women scream as she jumps down and poses. She uses her wrist thing to shoot a ton of sparks at the band, but Mick catches it with his guitar.

This greatly displeases the babe leader, and she makes a scary face. Mick, however, makes the most guitar face I've ever seen him make. Next, the babe pulls one of the torches off of the fence, throwing it onto a pile of rocks which it inexplicably ignites. She then sets the other women free, and they jump off and frolic about like extras in Cats. Nikki makes guitar faces in front of the fire, but it's all in vain, they've already been freed.

Two of the women kneel and hand their leader her shield. They then run away modern-dance style as she raises her wrist thing again. Before she can hit them though, Tommy's bass drum launches a giant spinning pentagram at her. It lands in the middle of her shielf, causing all of its points to shoot out sparks. As the sparks die, Vince tries to approach her but she shuns his advances. She looks over her shoulder coyly and leads him to wall, which she leans against, but when he tries to put his hand to her face she jerks away from him and smacks him in the face.

She saunters away and winds up in a room with a black and pink floor and walls on either side of foot-long spikes with lots and lots of fog coming out between them. Nikki and Tommy appear on either side of her, blocking her way out, but then she lays back on the spikes. As they reach in and grab her, she sinks into the spikes then slides down, evading their grasp. They turn and look after her as she crouches and then leaps sideways on all fours.

I can't even deal with how much this video rules

She then looks surprised, and we see Mick making a scream-y face, then Tommy looking pensive, then Vince pouting, and lastly Nikki bugging his eyes. Yes, it's move Poison will perfect -- showing every member of your band just when the video's about to end in a 'meet the band' sequence -- and yes, I frickin' love it. We then go from Nikki playing to Tommy drumming to Vince and Mick singing (even though he gets cut out of a lot of the action in this video, Mick still is like 10x as active in this video as he is in any other Crüe vid).

From overhead, we see the boys all join hands, encircling the head babe. They raise their fists, causing blue light and white smoke to pour in. The band are immersed in both momentarily, then their images fade away to reveal a flaming pentragram on the ground. The pentagram continues to glow as we see Nikki and Vince singing, then we begin zooming in toward it as we see Tommy drumming and finally, Vince and Mick singing before the screen behind the pentagram goes black.

THE VERDICT Clearly, I needed an antidote to my recent overexposure to Winger, and what better solution than some SATD-era Mötley Crüe. It's the best of times, isn't it? They still retain the all red and black leather all the time look of Too Fast For Love, but their signature sound is fully in place. So hot. I mean, they look great up until about "Dr. Feelgood," but this is definitely their best. And honestly, I find the pseudo-satanic thing suits them well. It's a little bit badass, but since they don't take it as far as W.A.S.P., it's just a style thing, not a way of life.

And this video has it all. Women are imprisoned, then attack. Costumes reference both Les Mis and Mad Max, two heavy metal classics. Also, tbe fight scene where their music helps them launch their attack is incomparable. I love it!

Not to mention the women in the video. I don't know who was directing them, but props to that person. Compared to these gals, the extras in "Rock You Like a Hurricane" were frickin' asleep. Between all the wild eyes, the jazz hands, and the ballet-inspired leaping about, there's nothing these girls can't do. I hope they at least got to make out with P.A.'s.

Mar 28, 2005

Dokken, "Breaking the Chains"

Don Dokken's Playhouse
Dokken, Breaking the Chains
THE VIDEO Dokken, "Breaking the Chains," Breaking the Chains, 1982, Elektra

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Breaking the chains around yuh / nobody else can bind yuh / take a good look around yuh / nooooooowww you'rrrrrrre breakingthechains"

EXCESSIVELY DETAILED DESCRIPTION The video opens with a shot of two chains forming an "x" in front of a wall made of stone. They go from one corner of the screen to another, implying your television is chained up. Then we see George Lynch's hands -- he's playing his tiger-stripe guitar. The camera keeps pulling back till we see his well-oiled torso, then that he's wearing umm, what looks like belts being used as suspenders, then very fitted red slacks. Did I mention that he's ridiculously built, even though this is many years pre-body-building-fetish for him? Yes. Yesssss. Anyway, he's got his classic half-n-half mullet, which I love. It's not as spiked up as in "Into the Fire," but it's still in full effect.

Next Don Dokken turns toward the camera. Don looks totally weird in this video, and I mean that in a different way than usual. His hair is quite short (barely shoulder-length) and it's sort of curly, with bangs. Also, he's wearing no makeup whatsoever. He has on a red and black vest over a red and white horizontally striped top and black leather pants.

As he turns all the way, he begins walking down a very small hallway with George. It looks like Pee-Wee's Playhouse as a bed and breakfast or a boat or something -- white walls with visible dark post and beam construction, old paintings and candelabra on the walls hung at crooked angles, and lanterns hanging from the ceiling that move back and forth. Plus it's just wide and tall enough to accommodate them, making it seem like a carnival ride or something. When Don sticks his arms out to emphasize "the walls around you / closin' in" his hands touch the walls on both sides.

Suddenly Jeff Pilson appears to Don's right. He's got a cute little shag haircut and is wearing a fitted white leather jacket and playing a red bass with a red chain as a guitar strap. He is so damn cute! Seriously, if Jeff weren't in a band with George, I'd be all up in his junk. He is really super attractive, it's just like, hard to even notice when George is in the shot.

Dokken, Breaking the Chains

If I had to compare them to anyone today's kids would get, I would use the following SAT analogy -- Jeff Pilson : George Lynch : : Chad Hugo : Pharrell Williams. Get it? Got it? Good.

George and Jeff lead the way down the hall till the first verse ends, causing Don to step to the front and ululate. As the chorus begins, we finally see Mick Brown, who's drumming wearing a tiger-stripe vest over a black sleeveless shirt. It looks like he's wearing no pants, which I think means he's wearing white pants and the lighting is just weird. He's definitely not wearing tiny shorts a la Tommy Lee or Rick Allen. He doesn't look half bad, which is weird because I usually find him not attractive at all.

We pull back from Mick, and George and Jeff are both standing on the platform with his drum kit, and down in front there's Don singing and... holding a guitar? Yes, holding a guitar. I feel like at the point they set up this shot George Lynch had a real "oh no he didn't!" moment. Since at no point does Don appear to know what he was doing with the guitar, it is a good thing that this is the only video where he gives it a try.

Anyway, Dokken are rokken on their little stage for the rest of the chorus. George and Jeff jump off of the platform simultaneously, lights come up, etc. Then we see a shot of George playing a guitar with tiny chains for strings (they really took the title of this song as literally as possible). Even though he's not really playing, George does a great job with his guitar face.

Next we see Don reading some pieces of paper as he sings "got this letter / came today" and as he sings he turns to his right and the camera pulls back till he's eventually standing at the right side of the screen. The giant face of a woman who no joke looks like she could be his sister appears at left. She's wearing a red top with black polka dots, dangly earrings, and little makeup, and she has sort of frizzy curly hair pulled into a side ponytail. Uhhh... As Don shakes the papers around and sings about what the letter says ("says she loves me / she'll come back"), the woman mouths "I love you, I'll come back." Sheesh. As Don surveys the charges against her, the woman makes a sad face, then an "oops" face, then eventually turns and leaves. Don tosses away the papers and George and Jeff appear at his side.

Dokken rokks out some more, and Don's guitar face is terrible. He sort of pouts and strums along. As we head toward the solo, we see Mick, holding his drumsticks over his head, chained to some bars beneath a stone archway. There are torches on the walls and there is a fire burning in a little birdbath-type thing in the center of the room. The camera pans left, and we see that Jeff and his bass are chained up beneath the next arch, then a mercifully guitar-less Don, who's sort of dancing around in spite of the chains, and then finally George, who's just chained to a stone wall.

With a flash of sparks, George pulls loose one wrist, then the other so that he might play his solo. With a small explosion and some guitar face, he frees himself from his chains, then walks around to Don, Jeff, and Mick, breaking their chains by tipping his guitar toward them. Jeff and George rock out while Don sort of does this crappy dance and Mick randomly hits his drumsticks together over his head. I always feel bad for drummers when they get stuck in something like this, where they have to wave their sticks in the air or tap their hands on something lest anyone forget that they're the drummer. It seems kind of humiliating.

Dokken, Breaking the Chains

Don begins the last verse ("woke up today / I'm alone") and we see him from overhead. He's wearing a bathrobe and lying in bed with his head on a pillow. He looks toward the pillow next to him, which has the indentation of someone having been there but, as Don says, "I look around / but baby you are gone." The camera pans out, and we see that Don is chained to the bed, which is tiny (it stops beneath his calves, so his feet are dangling), but most importantly that he's wearing a robe that barely covers his ass -- it's like a micro-mini. Even though the light on the bed is blue, the floor around him has all these weird red lights on it. It's hard to notice, however, so imminent is the threat of seeing way too much Don Dokken.

Mercifully, we cut to a shot of George rocking out, but then it's revealed that George is rocking out right by the head of the bed. Don tries to sit up, and then, (Noooo!) we get a brief upskirt shot of Don. Thankfully, he is wearing briefs, but seriously, why did they put him in this tiny, tiny robe? Finally, with an explosion, he breaks the chains and leaps off the bed, and Jeff leaps into the shot next to him. Even Mick is drumming right next to the bed.

As we begin the final chorus, the band is back in the weird hallway again, just standing at the back of it as the camera approaches. Then they're down in the dungeon again, standing around. Finally we see them as if they were playing on the stage again, only now their images are superimposed in front of the crossed chains and stone wall from the opening of the video. As the song ends, the band slips down and off through the bottom of the screen, and a final explosion yes, you guessed it, breaks the chains.

THE VERDICT This video is often held up as a paragon of 80s cheesiness, though I would say that compared to something like "Queen of the Reich" this thing is a special effects masterpiece. None of the sets look like they're about to fall over, the walls of stone appear to be made of stone (and not of foil or papier-mâché), and they did enough takes so that anyone who got hit in the head by one of the swinging lanterns in the filming of the video does not get hit in the head by a swinging lantern in the video (although Jeff Pilson does come close).

Most of the cheese in this video comes from the literalness and heavy-handedness of the constant breaking of chains. This song is about breaking out of routines (whether simply in daily life or as an extension of a failed relationship with a girl who looks like a blood relative). No chains are actually meant to be broken. At the same time though, I don't mind it. Or at least I don't mind the dungeon part -- chaining Don to the bed is a bit much.

Still, I prefer the literal interpretation of this video to the crappy, utterly decontextualized "In My Dreams," which seemed to scream out for a literal interpretation. And, at the end of the day, what it really comes down to is the idea of George Lynch being all tied up. Aawwwwww yeahhhhh.

Feb 11, 2005

Def Leppard, "Foolin'"

Nobody's Fa-fa-fool
Def Leppard, Foolin
THE VIDEO Def Leppard, "Foolin'", Pyromania 1983, Mercury

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Is anybody out there? / Anybody they-ere? / Does anybody wonder? / Oh oh does anybody cay-a-a-are? / Oh / I just gotta know / If you're really they-ay-ere / and you really care-are / 'cause baby I'm not / f-f-f-foolin'"

EXCESSIVELY DETAILED DESCRIPTION This song opens with a bit of what I think is acoustic guitar, but which is in the video dramatized by a weird looking woman who has her eyes sewn shut playing a harp surrounded by fire (see? This is so why I live for this stuff). Then Joe Elliott's head appears in a little halo of light in the upper righthand corner when he starts singing. The screen does this crappy page-turning effect, revealing Joe singing into a microphone. This is before Hysteria, so he doesn't have his notorious hockey haircut. Instead, he has a totally cute Jane Fonda-style shag.

Smoke starts billowing behind Joe, then we see the harp lady again before panning out to see the whole band. My man Steve Clark turns out to have been the one with the acoustic guitar, but he throws it to the side as Joe kicks in with his patented high-pitched but not loud screaming. With "Is anybody out there?" we find that Joe is chained to a triangular-shaped platform accented with red neon that's attached to a sort of a giant skull. The whole set he's in is sort of like Metropolis, but like, if Metropolis had a crapload of skulls on top of all the buildings. (For real: I had my film geek bf look at it and he was like, "Eh, I'll allow it). Anyway, Joe is splay-legged with his wrists chained by his sides, and he keeps arching his back. He's wearing a tiny white sleeveless shirt and high-waisted white pants (I think their record company just supplied DL with an endless stream of high-waisted white pants -- in all of their old videos at least half the band is rocking them).

What the harp has to do with anything, I don't know

Anyway. Joe bops around enough to make sparks explode where his wrists are bound, but it doesn't set him free. Instead, it just cues flashpots back on Def Leppard's set. We finally see shots of the rest of the band, starting with Rick Savage (white shirt, high-waisted red pants), then going to Rick Allen (who admittedly at all times eschews white pants in favor of Union Jack tiny shorts and nothing else), then Phil Collen (black or navy shirt with white polka dots, high-waisted white pants). We don't see Steve, but I can tell you he's wearing high-waisted white pants, a white blazer, and a navy bandanna. Hot! Anyway, we're in the chorus again (already!) and now we see everyone singing. Steve and Phil share a mic since they're totally BFF, and both Ricks sing too.

As the chorus ends, another flashpot goes off, and we get a shot of someone adjusting a spotlight (this shot does not necessarily feel intentional -- why the hell is it in there?). The harp lady comes back, then we see Joe trying to use pelvic thrusts to free himself from his triangular prison as more smoke pours in, then (again) the fake page-turning effect. The page turns onto a shadowy set with some fake sunset clouds painted on in the background. A woman who looks like she's going to be all hot and turns out to be really scary looking (she looks like the "Queen of the Reich" without her helmet) gazes into a crystal ball. She sees Joe chained to the thing with the sparks exploding at his wrists, then sees him singing. For some reason, this makes her scream, then her image turns into a little triangle that flies backward into the fake sunset clouds.

This enables Joe to finally break free, and he holds his hands up and sort of screams at them. He sits all the way up, then we see more of the band playing normally and as we hit the chorus, we see Joe hurrying, stooped over, through a dark room lit only by some random neon rods. There are a series of explosions behind him and he hustles on out of there. Then we see some kind of small explosion in front of a crappy skull picture, and on stage Joe thrusts his mic stand at the camera as Phil tears into the guitar solo. We see a lot of him down on his knees, and I must say he can bend pretty far in his white pants, even if all this posturing is to the exclusion of seeing very much of Steve, who stays in the back.

Look ma, both hands (Yes, tasteless, I know)

As the chorus is reprised, we see the crappy skull drawing lit from above by what appears to be maybe a hole with the grim reaper peeping through it? More light is cast and we see that the skull is on the wall in a stonewalled room with flames coming out of a hole in the floor. More flames shoot up, then the band members "jump up" from inside the hole (i.e., they play footage of the band members jumping into the hole backward). For the final "and you really care-are" we get a close-up of Joe, who for various reasons unknown to us has matted down his hair and changed into a different white tank top that say "Le Club" on it in pale blue. Yowza.

The fake page turning thing again gives us the band performing. Steve and Phil are again sharing a mic, which awesomely shows off how Steve's spotted bandanna/scarf totally matches Phil's shirt, which I love. Joe's still in the Le Club shirt, implying to me more that they shot this video sequentially than that they were worried about continuity. The video ends with Joe jumping off the stage, then a triangular picture of him chained to that thing flying backward as everyone left onstage raises their fists and a wall of flashpots go off.

THE VERDICT This song has a lot of things going in its favor. One, to my mind a good Def Leppard video should make you want to put on a bandanna, stat, and this one definitely does. Steve Clarke (my personal favorite Leppard, god rest his soul) is looking h-o-t! No man can rock a jacket shirtless like he. Second, cowbell. Mad cowbell! Which I love. Plus it has the positive association of making me think about college. When I was in school, I often ran on campus and in the neighborhood surrounding, and I'd always listen to my trusty Walkman (and yes, I didn't go to college very long ago -- I just loved my kickass cassette collection way too much to ever really bother with CDs. I went straight from a Walkman to an iPod, with nary a Discman between. No joke). Anyway, when I wasn't blasting the soundtrack to Less Than Zero or Night Songs, I usually tuned to a local classic rock station that was generally inoffensive. The one song, however, that they were always guaranteed to play -- they must have played it once an hour, there was just no other explanation for the fact that they played it all the freakin' time -- was "Foolin.'" So yeah, I have many, many memories of running, listening to this song.

Hmm, I guess reading back over this it was at that point that I decided my post was done. Some kicker, eh?

P.S.: Post updated with big, colorful, new images April 2010!