Kiss was, is, a great Band. I'll give them that. They've had their share of awesome hits, and they've had their share of forgetful fare. Now when you think crappy Kiss songs, what's the very first song you think of ? 'I Was Made for Loving You. ' right ? Sure. It had that greasy disco feel. Hell, even the Band admitted it was just plain stupid. So that's a given then. That was Kiss crap. Ok then. Now that we've established what we already know, allow me to introduce what I think is the crappiest Kiss song ever. Hey, I have no illusions. I realize getting you to believe this is the golden poop over a freakin' disco song won't be easy. But here we go : Right off the bat we are introduced to an army of pissed off and way overdressed women. I'm sure they're trying to be super sexy independent women with a tough rock attitude, but I gotta be honest...they come across more as the Skank Patrol. Okay, now to the Band. Damn. Whoa. The leather does nothing to convince me they are rocking this. And Gene Simmons poofy hair thing is seriously ridiculous. And what's up with Paul swinging around like this is a goddamn Chippendale audition ? That's unnecessary. You're a rock band. You should be trying to get us to rock. Don't forget that a big part of your audience are men that don't find Paul's goofy gyrations a cool thing and another big part are women that feel Paul is so damn ugly, they find Mr. Stanley's swiveling somewhat nauseating. Oh yeah. And there's that small percentage (like .05 percent) that will tell you Paul's loco-motion is hot stuff. They are lying. They want his money. They want you to be jealous. And they have bad taste. Enough of that. Now to the song. The Kissters are waltzing around trying to be both rocker and gigolo , and some lyrics you hear to kick things off are "...she didn't leave a number, not an address or a clue, but something in that photograph reminded me of you. " Hmmmm.....let me think....hmmmm....yep....I'm sure of it. Last time I checked, telling a woman that another woman's picture reminds you of them is NOT a good thing and will not lead to any X in any sex. I could go on but that's the gist of the lyricism. Paul does his best to sing about how you should fornicate with him because he sings about it while convulsing in black leather. Kiss rocks when they're a rock band but this song is proof that cheesy egotistical perversion does not rock. There you go people. Art thou convinced that this is indeed the epitome of excrement in the Kiss catalog ? If so, then you have taken heed of the flaws I pointed out under a glaring spotlight. If not, check out the vid. Then decide. Let's Put the X in Sex. Ummm...no thanks. How about Let's Put the U in GET OUT.