December 1987

STEPHEN PEARCY OF RATT

CONTENTS:

BLACK AND DECKER' MEETS MISS CLAIROL' POISON vs MOTLEY CRUE

Elianne Halbersberg

Ever notice just how many people think Poison reminds them of Motley Crue? Or how many people—folks like you and I—find absolutely nothing in common between the two bands other than the fact that they both put out great records, are damn good live, and in the past year or two, depending on which one you're talking about, have become uncontrollably popular?

Cinderella BE A'HAPPENIN' NOW!!

Richard Hogan

At Tenth and Arch Streets in Philadelphia stands the Trocadero, once a notorstriptease joint, now a rock club. But maybe what’s happening here tonight isn’t so far removed from the stage scandals that used to smolder in downtown Philly before burlesque went the way of Ben Franklin’s kite and George Washington’s wooden teeth.

PAUL STANLEY EXPLAINS IT ALL TO YOU

ON KISS VIDEOS: "They're played in the places where it counts most. MTV! You're not going to go see them on Jimmy Swaggart's station. That's cool. "In essence, a video sure is a good excuse to spend 12 hours with some of the best looking women you've ever seen.

DON DOKKEN AND HIS LITTLE RED CORVETTES

Anne M. Raso

You can spot Don Dokken’s house a hundred miles away. It’s the one with no shutters and lotsa broken shingles, and in the driveway are five or six late ’60s and mid-70’s model Corvettes which the rocker regularly works on. If the walls of this Manhattan Beach abode could talk, they’d tell you of the countless ’60s surf bands and ’70s metal bands who rehearsed and partied there.

STRYPER DERAIL THE ROLLER COASTER TO HELL

Toby Goldstein

And in the beginning there was...chaos. Chaos that arises at every hard rock extravaganza. Fans mill around an arena, hanging out with friends, hollering over the roar of piped-in transition music, yelling and screaming when the headliners take the stage with a crash of thunder.

SILENT NIGHT, TROGLODYTE (OR CORPORATE METAL, YO MAMA)

Dr. Rock

The Doctor has decided: rock and roll needs a Ralph Nader to root out falsehoods in advertising, deceptive packaging and RAMPANT MISLEADING OF AMERICA'S YOUTH. What the Doctor is mewling about is the glut of records being released these days that are trying to cash in on the pop world's current infatuation with metal, while staying safe for democracy.

BON JOVI CAN THEY BAKE A KIDNEY PIE?

Sylvie Simmons

So here they are in England for a tour that sold out in six hours flat. Here's Alex John Such, doing the U.S. equivalent of the Pope kissing the soil and baring his butt at a gaggle of Northern girls! Here’s a roadie, doling out backstage passes to girls who bare theirs back!

THE ADVENTURES OF ANNE IN THE LAND OF GLAM Fairy tales for the MTV generation.

Anne Leighton

As rock and roll reporters, Creem writers have to have contacts of all kinds from all over creation. I still haven't interviewed the father of punk, Pete Townshend, but I did get the father of our country—George Washington. And, as usual, when I got Georgie Boy as he liked to be called (at first), not one publication wanted him.

Vinnie Vincent WHAM, BAM, THANK YOU GLAM!

Anne M. Raso

Guitarist extraordinaire Vinnie Vincent is about to unleash yet another aural assault on the united headbangers of America. All Systems Go, is being awaited with baited breath and rouged lips by fans who have followed Vincent since he became Kiss’ mystery axeman on 1982’s Creatures Of The Night.

"I NEVER SANG IN SWEDISH"

Gail Flug

It seemed like only yesterday that Europe was simply a mass of land between Asia and the Atlantic Ocean. Nowadays, radio fans are more familiar with the band by that name. Their mega-hit, "The Final Countdown" is all over the radio, a video staple and was used in the background for tons o' TV sporting events.

REDD KROSS

AEROSMITH

QUEENSRYCHE

DAVID LEE ROTH