True story - when I was 8 I saw a poster of Gene $immon$ in the poster rack at a local toy shop. I just stood there staring in awe at it. What was it? Monster, superhero, rock star, demon... so I asked my dad "what sort of music is that, dad?" His reply changed my life "bad music, son". Wow! If that wasn't a ringing endorsement of anything in the life of an 8 year old boy then I don't know what is. So I left the toy shop (Barretts in Canterbury) without any toys or the Evel Knievel poster I was looking for and went down the road to Our Price and bought Kiss Alive II with my pocket money instead. I ROCK!!!!