Following along with the bloodsucking theme above, this smoking hot number from my first true musical obsession, KISS, leaves no doubt at all as to the allegory being made herein, “…she'll always be there, tryin’ to grab a hold; she thought she knew me, but she didn't know… parasite lady, parasite eyes…” This was the album that saved KISS’ ass, and even with them having admitted to over-dubbing some of the crowd noise and guitar parts (big fucking deal), it still provides some of the most terrifyingly fast & dark versions of their early album cuts that one can experience; this was one of Ace Frehley’s initial attempts at song-writing for the band, although he was still too unsure of his own voice, so he gave Simmons the track to sing. Not only is the main riff menacing enough to warrant its own restraining order, but the blistering solo Ace peels off (starting at around 2:15) is so crushingly heavy that, I swear, you can almost see the mountains around here recoiling in fear when I play this loud enough…
