Kiss Alive is a lackluster offering from the masters of unadulterated Id, but it does have one of the greatest covers in all of rock and roll.
Boris bears almost no resemblance to the Motor City madmen. They drift seamlessly between glacial-paced drone and ear-splitting psychadelia, Stooges-inspired garage stomps and dirges that seem to split time in the grand tradition of Funkadelic's 'Maggot Brain'...all at a volume that begins at 11.
Perhaps more than anything else, Boris exercise--or exorcise--the power of that cover. Eardrums be damned.
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