
It was easily the most metal thing I had heard to date. An argument could be made that now it's laughable but at the time it was almost frightening. The cover had an insane guy on it who had obviously just broken out of an asylum and was coming to get me. Jason Vorhees mask... straight jacket... it was pretty dark. I loved what I heard. I remember thinking how cool I would be when I got my cassette of this masterpiece. The guitar was awesome and the lead singer, Kevin DuBrow, just wailed. What a great album and a great time in my life. I was coming of age. Finding myself. How was I to know that in just three short years, I'd be in college and hooked on REM and other alternative, acoustic rock.

Kevin DuBrow died yesterday at the ripe old age of 52. I don't know yet how but it makes me sad. Thank you, Kevin Dubrow, your music and spandex clad antics made me happy and I'll never forget it. Well... I'm off to iTunes get some Quiet Riot.
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Kevin DuBrow man. Hell yeah!
Ole Kevin. He was an axe grinder, pile driver. Mama says that he never, never mind her. Them old reins, he was insane. The teacher says that he was one big pain. He was like a laser, six string razor. He had a mouth like an alligator. He wanted it louder, more power. He gonna rock it till it strikes the hour. Bang your head!
I was sadden buy this. Cum on feel the nosie my friend.
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