Hey, Ace Frehley! Are those reflective pants you're wearing? Because I can see myself in them. Ahem, so I haven't quite perfected my heavy-metal pickup lines yet. But forgive me: When I drag myself out to watch local Dokkens writhing around in their gleaming, synthetic slacks, I like to mix business with pleather. Of course, after five hours spent weathering this sonic assault, I'm sure I will also like the sound of my remaining synapses... More >>>