Showing posts with label Waysted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Waysted. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

The 1986 Listening Post - Waysted - Save Your Prayers

Waysted - Save Your Prayers



#411/2090
1986 Housekeeping
Waysted
Save Your Prayers
Genre: Arena Rock
3.5 out of 5


Highlights:
Walls Fall Down
Heaven Tonight


Waysted should have been huge in the 80s. All the elements were there, sonically, at least. 
Way is a spectacularly energetic axeman. His voice has the requisite high register without turning too shrieky. Yes, he is without a definite personality, ala David Lee Roth, but he’s better than most of the “Wytch” bands lead vox. 
He’s got the blues chops. 
But, even while the songs are right there in the 80s Rawk wheelhouse, they aren’t all that memorable. Maybe his image wasn’t as sexy as the kids from Ratt or Poison but he was at least as talented (more so, even) than Bon Jovi.
Maybe if he hired Desmond Child for a track or two…


Monday, June 3, 2019

The 1985 Listening Post - Waysted - The Good, the Bad and the Waysted

Waysted - The Good, the Bad and the Waysted


#190
1985 Housekeeping
Waysted
The Good, the Bad and the Waysted
Genre: Hard Rock
4 out of 5

Highlights:
Hang ‘em High
Manuel
Around and Around


The mark of a lazy reviewer (or so I’ve been told) is simile. And, as you all know, I do love me some simile. In fact, I find myself searching my brain for similes to describe the music as I hear it because there’s really only a few ways a guy with as limited a vocabulary as I can say, “this is exceptional” or “this is bad”. 
That said, it’s also not acceptable to just be binary. “this is exceptional” or “this is bad” is sub-par. 
So, that brings me to Waysted. 
Somewhere between the power arena rock of Triumph/UFO/Van Halen/Bryan Adams and the Southern rock of Molly Hatchet/Lynrd Skynrd/Allman Brothers is Waysted. Fin Muir’s growl of a voice adds a lot to the latter, while Pete (UFO) Way’s sensibilities contribute to the former.
They could go either way and that leaves them both in no man’s land and everyone’s land. 
And that makes for one satisfying 40 minutes of Rock.