I'm a bit surprised, given my substantial collection of compilation albums, that I have only one Bryan Adams song. More surprising is that it's not Everything I Do, or Run To You - it's not even Summer Of 69. It's a song I'd completely forgotten existed, but that lives on unremembered, track 6 of Now That's What I Call Music! volume 6: It's Only Love.
It's classic Adams and classic AOR: big crunching chords (but not too raw and scary - a bit of chorus on them to soften the blow); technically brilliant, but utterly uninspired, musicianship; raw, throaty vocals, passionate, but utterly lacking in feeling at the same time; awful, widdly guitar noodling at every opportunity. I like it!
Then the second verse starts and Tina Bleedin' Turner starts singing. Woo.
I should hate this. It's rock music for the Top Gear set - for people who buy those ridiculous compilations with a road stretching off into the distance on the cover, filled with classic rock songs you already own. It's rock music for people who don't really like rock music. And it's got Tina Turner on it and I hate Tina Turner. It is quite good though.
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