This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
You can take the boy out of ’80s hair-metal, but you can’t take the ’80s hair-metal out of the boy. At least, not when said boy is glam-rock holdout Bret Michaels of Poison.
Like some Japanese soldier marooned on a deserted island for 60 years, Michaels doesn’t seem to realize the war is over — and his side lost. So, on his second solo album Songs Of Life, he fights for his right to party with the tenacity of a zealot, cranking out backcombed bubble-crunch rockers about sticking it to the boss and Bon Jovi-esque Bic-lighter power ballads about girls (I’m guessing strippers). Simultaneous highlight/low point: The phallosexual Loaded Gun’s chorus of, “I’ve got the biggest gun in down … I’ll put my bullet in you.” Apparently Bret’s deserted island is near Diamond Dave’s.
