Męska sekretarka kobiecych wyznaniem i zabezpieczyć sytuację która brakuje nim has always struck these ears as being quite funny, as if BOC realized that all this violence and doom and satanism was just a little on the absurd side. The latest BOC album, On Your Feet or on Your Knees, is live, and although I still prefer the original versions of these songs the ones here are not at all bad. Included are their best titles and the previously unavailable Born to be Wild which contains that line about heavy metal thunder and is a perfect vehicle for the conveyance of BOC's basic stance. I can't wait to hear this and other BOC blitzes person. It ought to be great. Also sharing the be Capitol recording artists Bloodrock. Just as apropos to nothing particular, here's F. Gnerre's review of the Cult's seminal Secret Treaties written the previous year for the same publication: Blue Oyster Cult be Running out of Steam By F. Gnerre Fine Arts Writer Imagine if you a group who comes out with songs entitled Screams, Hot Rails to Hell, Career of Evil, Dominance and Submission, and forth. Or whose first few album covers map out a bizarre, geometrical no-'s land that matches the music inside. Or whose organization send inquiring parties their lyrics the form of computer printouts. Such a group is the Blue Oyster Cult, dubbed by as the kings of the heavy metal slag heap. Their first album is probably the premier American statement the style. The second is more restrained and very melodic spots. The third, Secret Treaties, is less electrifying than the first two. BOC is still hot, but they be running out of steam. ME 262 is the closest they get to real metal mania this time around. The mind is boggled by the distinct possibility that BOC copped that morse code vocal technique from the Easybeats' Friday on Mind. Harvester Of Eyes is another neat one, spiced with a spunky guitar hook. Rock writer Meltzer, whose contributions to BOC's music and mystique have been considerable, composed the lyrics. Dominance and Submission has the same chunka-chunka licks as Hot Rails to Hell, though here they 't work as well. The insertion of a quote from Outer Limits, old instrumental hit, seems somehow related to the 's lyric content, The rest, with the exception of the two fine melodies that close the album, is not particularly notable. At times they seem to be holding back, a foreboding tendency that threatens their once-strong position. While BOC can still burn as bright as the best of them, they already be past the nova stage.:-) This gig was held at a sports arena on the campus of Ferris State University. This show was amazing. It was the first time I would hear Seger do 'turn the and with a depth of feeling I would never hear him repeat. The BOC show made a believer of me. The light show seemed to be designed with great professional reserve compared to most of the shows I would have seen up until then. For example, there would be a time to use strobes and a time for the lasers, but never a need to mix them. Each was allowed its own visual identity which really fortified the impact of the performance. Other band's shows I recall from that time had sort of a 'more is better' philosophy which came close to alienating the audience with a barrage of crap. Bloom had a black sleeve t-shirt on which nyc was spelled cursive script with rhinestones. He did do the wrist-mounted-laser gag, but as cool as it was, came off as more of a demonstration of the technology, i.e. it was on, we cheered, it went back off. It have been malfunctioning. was the white suit about 20 feet away from me, stage-left. I think he played a white Gibson SG. It was a surprise when each of the guys suddenly appeared, donning a guitar, evenly spaced across the whole stage. I 't know what the was, but it was cool! Commack, Played good gig and taped show for Biscuit Flour Hour... If you've heard the broadcast, that's me doing that Citizens Of Island... yada yada, The Terror You've Spawned,etc. etc. intro... right before I took the band to the stage, Pearlman asked that I do a special intro... that's what I came up with between the dressing room and the stage... Still have a big ol' scar on leg where I sliced it open on a case latch that day... REALLY should have gotten stitches, but when you're as and dumb as I was then, not really a priority... One other memory I have from that day is that we had a few odd pieces of gear that were spares optional gear... horn for the Keys rig, xtra bass bin.. couple boxes of floor lamps that actually belonged to Factor,etc., etc... but everything we left the truck was STOLEN during the show... lock was cut off with bolt cutters and it was cleaned out... Welcome Back To Island I was at the 17 show at the Music Center, and had third row seats right the middle. A great and memorable concert! A couple of weeks later I also taped the radio broadcast that