Cocaine-Induced Disco from a member of Kiss, do I need to say anymore? This is a terrible album, and by far the worst of the solo albums (even Gene Simmons cover of "When You Wish Upon A Star" is better than any of this garbage.)
This pretty much tells Paul Stanley and Ace Frehley - and to an extent, the asshole Gene Simmons himself - that nobody wants to be Peter Criss, man, not even Peter Criss. It may not be the most ridiculous and terrible of albums I've experienced, though the solo record just feels tawdry and uncomfortable in many spots.
Better than people give credit for, the most down to earth member of KISS delievers in an interesting slice of disco and cheese. It gets a bit downbeat in the second half, but when the highlights come around, Peter Criss is the cat's whiskers.
Despite of the awesome covers the 4 solo albums had (well, most Kiss' 70's album covers were superb) this effort is by far the worst Kiss released from 74' to 82. There's little hard-rock here. Pure lameish rock 'n roll, tacky ballads and soul (with little "soul" and lots of "yawnings")