In today's review, an album full of virtuosity, melancholy and finesse: White Lion's Pride (1987). The late eighties were a time of excess where outrageous demonstration of virility were mixed with ridiculous and colorful outfits with an unhealthy amount of teased hair. Amidst a market that slowly started to get saturated and where every new band in town tried to be the new Crüe, entered White Lion.
Heading into the summer, I'll get a chance to take some records off the shelves that evoke the season for me. Ratt's first full-on LP Out Of The Cellar is one of them, thanks to an infectious series of hits that are best listened to while driving down the coastal highway under the generous Californian sunshine.