Remember when metal was the happiest genre on earth? If not, you’re either too young to recall or too old to care about the 1980s heyday of hair-metal, when the pouffy ‘dos, screeches, and spirits were all as high as a drummer stumbling out of the Rainbow Room.
Chris Daughtry, whose new album came out Tuesday, is much more a product of 1990s grunge’s surface gloom and lower vocal registers, if not necessarily that genre’s exact sensibilities. And Daughtry’s obviously not a hair-metal guy, either literally or figuratively.
But if you’ve been looking to put out a Warrant on the hard rock of the ‘...