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CD Review: Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich (Re-Release) by Warrant

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Warrant, Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich
Original Release Date: March 1989
Re-Released: August 2004
(Columbia)

Hair Metal bands were often distinguished by singers who could actually sing, and few vocalists of that era had a set of pipes rivaling that of Jani Lane. Warrant’s debut, Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich draws heavily from the members’ blues rock influences while thoroughly wallowing in pop-metal excess. The mindless pursuit of hedonism rarely sounded as beguiling as it does on the rousing “Down Boys,” while the ultra-schmaltzy ballad “Heaven” was probably the theme song of every metalhead wedding in 1989. Buttressing the excellent vocals and tight, catchy tunes are guitarist Joey Allen’s solos, which are flashy without succumbing to self-indulgent wankery. Achieving platinum sales and number-one chart status shortly before Grunge buried ‘80s Metal forever, D.R.F.S.R. closed out the final decade of Rock ‘N’ Roll decadence in high style.

– Gail Worley

Track Listing

  1. 32 Pennies
  2. Down Boys
  3. Big Talk
  4. Sometimes She Cries
  5. So Damn Pretty (Should Be Against The Law)
  6. D.R.F.S.R.
  7. In The Sticks
  8. Heaven
  9. Ridin’ High
  10. Cold Sweat
  11. Only A Man (Demo)
  12. All Night Long (Demo)

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This article was originally written for Metal Edge Magazine. With the magazines’ dissolution, the article has been added to the content base of The Worley Gig for our readers’ enjoyment.

In a Metal Mood

Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich Fat and Bloated
“I Want To Go Where The Down Boys Go”

Despite my busy and very ass-kicking social life, it’s not unusual for me to spend full weekends holed up in the Chick Pad working on my book or writing an article for Modern Drummer magazine. Because that’s just the kind of dedication to The Rock that I possess. Today I spent most of the afternoon listening to Quiet Riot’s Metal Health and Warrant’s Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich over and over (at a volume that I can only hope completely annoyed the shit out of my upstairs neighbors) while composing 100-word reviews of each album for an upcoming issue of Metal Edge magazine featuring a section on “The 25 Essential Hair Metal Albums.” Honestly, I’m all over it.

And what I realized once the reviews were written and submitted to my editor is that I’d much rather indulge in a full afternoon spent listening to all my ’80s metal records than spend fifteen minutes weeding through the stacks of newly-released CDs that are gathering dust on my floor. Because, for the most part, modern pop and rock music sucks ass.

And then I started thinking about one of my favorite songs by Jethro Tull, though I’m not sure that what the lyrics meant to me at that moment is what Ian Anderson had in mind when he wrote the song:

“Once I used to join in
Every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there’s revolution, but they don’t know
What they’re fighting.
Let us close our eyes;
Outside their lives go on much fa-a-aster.
Oh, we won’t give in,
We’ll keep living in the past.”