Over the years, Kiss has developed a kind of concert that is closer to the theme park attraction, with its scripted ‘gags’, than to the unpredictable excitement that can be attributed to a rock’n’roll gig. Granted, in the major leagues, almost everyone does (as we saw a few weeks ago, the Red Hot Chili Peppers are one of the exceptions), but New Yorkers put a little extra industrial diligence on the matter.
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Kiss said goodbye to their Barcelona fans this Saturday at Rock Fest (as long as their ‘End of the road world tour’ doesn’t end up taking forever and we have them back in umpteenth tails), and for that they had the full artillery of resources, both in ‘props’ (pyrotechnics) and in repertoire: extensive journey through the milestones, above all, of yesterday and the day before yesterday. Which means that the nice hard rock with a glam appeal of the 70s alternated with the metal-MTV drifts of the 80s. The brave ‘Detroit rock city’ and the almost pop chorus of ‘Calling Dr. Love’, having them with ‘Heaven’s on fire’ and ‘Lick it up’, from when Kiss was confused with the rampant ‘arena rock’ of Mötley Crüe or WASP. And the occasional song from his modern oeuvre: ‘Say yeah’, from 2009, in which there was an increase in the number of visitors in the bathroom tent.
under the mirror ball
Fans could hardly be disappointed, although some twists detracted from the dynamism: Paul Stanley’s verbiage, certain stretches of songs and the wheel of solos (guitar, drums and bass). But Kiss, the ostentatious fairground attraction, continues to function at will until the end of days, with the number in which Stanley ‘flies’ on the zip line (to sing ‘Love gun’ from the top of a tower), the clubbing frenzy of ‘I was made for lovin’ you’, with a mirror ball on the screen, and the farewell promising ‘Rock and roll all nite’. Goodbye, gentlemen of Kiss, or see you later.