Rainbow was only the second best gig I saw in 1976: the best was my first Kiss concert, a riotous affair at the Free Trade Hall, people were coming out of the stalls covered in blood - ok, fake blood coutesty of blood spitting, fire breathing bassist and vocalist Gene Simmons.
After the gig we waited backstage to see if we could get autographs and see the band sans make-up. A towering Gene Simmons appeared and said a big howdy but his bodyguard kept everyone at bay. We only realised Peter Criss had gone by when he disappeared onto the tour bus. Paul Stanley, instantly recognisable by his hair, did sign my programme, which I still have.
Kiss were promoting their new album Destroyer, which I reviewed and eulogised about producer Bob Ezrin and I’ll quote myself again for pick 4.
Ezrin’s influence is immediately evident on the finest album opener ever. Detroit Rock City is a cautionary tale of the dangers of slinging gravel under the influence of rock and roll. It sets off with an extended introduction and crashes out with a coda of cinematic audio effects. All this is wrapped around a classic riff driven piledriver with a distinctive Shaft like bass figure and depth charge drums. The guitar solo is a Flamenco inspired affair written by the produce