To begin, I must state that this is inspired by a similar undertaking by my friend Jim Vukich. OK, I’m just plain ripping him off. After reading his, I thought this would be fun and therapeutic. Where to start with this train wreck of a song? First, my choice of “Talk Dirty To Me” will not in any way surprise my friend Jim nor my other other close friends. At the same time, it will be no skin off my back if my opinion on this angers those who like Poison. I am indeed a child of 80’s metal and while there was some good and a lot of bad, this band and in particular this song, represents the worst of the worst. Make up and hairspray aside, there is no substance to this song at all. To call it unoriginal or hackneyed would be a compliment it does not deserve. The music is formulaic at best, the lyrics lampoon an aspect of great sex making it almost cartoonish. C.C. Deville as a guitar player lacks taste and structure. His bends and dive bombs fall short and his solos never sound like they fit in the song. For a band and song that is supposed to portray fun and the ultimate good time, I can only feel embarrassment; for them and while listening to it. I could really use any of their songs for this, but “Talk Dirty To Me” is the prime example from their collection and the most damning evidence that they made their fame via their antics, make up, and hair rather than any musical talent. The final nail in the coffin is that there is a lawsuit alleging that this song was stolen from another band C.C. Deville was with (http://www.metalsucks.net/2011/11/17/poison-may-have-stolen-some-of-their-songs-after-all/). So they couldn’t even do well with a stolen song. I would really like to not post a link to this song, but in keeping with Jim’s format, here you go…
Next time, an example of why the 90’s were an even bigger void of good music and worse than the 80’s.
The Warped Mind of Ken Szwak 