Loverboy used to be one of the best
purveyers of meat and potatoes frat rock. It
had surging guitars, chiming vocals,
accessible tunes and really dumb lyrics.
(Come on, did you ever really listen to the
words of "Working For The Weekend" or "Queen
Of The Broken Hearts?") Now, eight years
after the band broke up, Loverboy is on the
Musically, it is obviously
the same band, but Loverboy can't fit into
those tight red leather pants anymore. The
music seems a flabby version of old tunes,
still pretty enjoyable but with a lot less
staying power. One of the great things about
the original Loverboy is it never really
succumbed to the arena metal power ballad,
but that track record is sadly smashed by
the trifle "Secrets."
And have the lyrics
improved any since their prime? I'll let
"Waiting For The Night" speak for itself.
"So cut me a slice of the American
Pie/Everyday around noon/When the clock
strikes one/My back's to the sun/Someone
pours salt in the wound." 'Nuff said.