HAIR METAL WAS a wild party, with seemingly every blond-haired voicebox pairing up with their very own enigmatic six-stringer as they prepared to stake their claim amongst the posturing masses. In the Eighties, hair metal had its way, with its Spandex-loving perpetrators riding high throughout the decade. But as the genre entered the Nineties, seemingly overnight, it was no longer chic to clad oneself in ripped fishnets, neon-colored platforms and leopard print denim.
Much to the dismay of cock-rockers across the land, grunge and alt-rock saw to it that most of the lionhearts of the Eighties were dead men walking. And while Cobain, Cornell and Vedder ruled the day, our once mighty, now-on-life-support heroes still managed to choke out a few final
