Everything from the cover – in which Jett defiantly stares the camera down and is dressed to the nines in a hot pink blazer – to the muscular power rock that was as catchy as it was rebellious – suggested a foreign world that was equal parts enchantment and menace. I wanted to know where these folks came from and why they were so angry?! I was not yet in my teen years, so the angst was more a curiosity to me than it was an emotion I could relate to.
But the minute the needle dropped onto the record and the opening power chords resounded, I was transported into a new, brighter world from which I never wanted to leave. Daily life seemed monochrome and dull in comparison.