Poison (3) ‎– Look What The Cat Dragged In

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Friday Music ‎– FRM-86735
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Vinyl, LP, Album, Reissue, 180 Gram, Gatefold, Purple Vinyl
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Tracklist

A1 Cry Tough 3:34
A2 I Want Action 3:04
A3 I Won't Forget You 3:34
A4 Play Dirty 4:06
A5 Look What The Cat Dragged In 3:11
B1 Talk Dirty To Me 3:43
B2 Want Some, Need Some 3:49
B3 Blame It On You 2:31
B4 # 1 Bad Boy 3:14
B5 Let Me Go To The Show 2:45

Notes

Reissue 180 gm gatefold purple vinyl

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Barcode: 8 29421 86735 7

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Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
ST-12523 Poison (3) Look What The Cat Dragged In(LP, Album) Enigma Records (3), Capitol Records ST-12523 US 1986 Sell This Version
7243 8 52020 2 5, CD GOLD 1027 Poison (3) Look What The Cat Dragged In(CD, Album, RE) EMI, EMI GOLD 7243 8 52020 2 5, CD GOLD 1027 Europe 1996 Sell This Version
ST-73202 Poison (3) Look What The Cat Dragged In(LP, Album) Enigma Records (3) ST-73202 US 1986 Sell This Version
MFN 69 Poison (3) Look What The Cat Dragged In(LP, Album) Music For Nations MFN 69 UK 1986 Sell This Version
72438-19832-2-5 Poison (3) Look What The Cat Dragged In(CD, Album) Capitol Records 72438-19832-2-5 US 1986 Sell This Version

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spacedvest

spacedvest

December 9, 2020

Wow the purple vinyl is so dark, I thought it was black and totally confused for a few minutes until I looked more closely at the record.
streetmouse

streetmouse

March 28, 2019
edited about 1 year ago

(laughing) It came from the distributor for free …

Oh come on … while the music isn’t that good, there’s no reason not to have some fun.

‘Hair Metal’ certainly existed long before Poison, yet these fun loving cartoon characters took it all to a new level, complete with Barbie Doll makeup for an exquisite ‘Glam Metal’ approach, where wearing cowboy boots with spandex and western shirts became the new normal … and of course therein lies the musical dilemma. Poison’s image made a splash for sure, yet it was that look that overshadowed their music, where the stage antics managed to push their music (?) even further into the background, leaving few to take this band at all seriously. All of this made Poison most suitable for a mid evening post-porn show at Sandals Grande Retreat, all before things between you and your sweetie truly heated up.

All of that being said, Poison knew where they were headed, and that was ‘juvenile heaven’, complete with more cringing hooks than a fisherman, this visually garish band laughably gyrated themselves down the same avenue as Motley Crue, though with more popish and polished rowdy tunes, tunes with a broader based appeal and teasing sensibilities. For the genre, DeVille’s guitar solos are nothing short of blistering, Dall was an above average bass player with a fat sound that was very infectious, Rockett produced amazing breaks and fills, leaving Brett perhaps the weakest link in the band, though that juxtaposition was exactly what inspired attention.

With $23,000 Poison emerged from the studio with Look What The Cat Dragged In, a terrible sounding indulgent album laced with lots of filler, some big hits, and an album cover that nearly defined that strange decade known as the 80’s. And if that’s not enough for you, this bit of wanderlust soared to the top of the charts, instantly selling three million copies, where if you can believe it, fans thought so much of the record that it was remastered, complete with bonus tracks (who knew?), with the only requirement for purchase being to push up your sleeves, don some shoulder pads, and remember what it was like to sport a full head of hair.

Critics have claimed that this album, even by 1980’s standards, was intellectually empty and entirely derivative, though it seemed by the middle of the Reagan era, folks just wanted to have a bit of nonthinking mindless fun, with Poison offering all that and more. Add to this the notion that Poison were in total rotation, the darlings of MTV, meaning nothing could stop ‘em. Perhaps Poison just might be forgiven if they had decided not to take themselves so seriously, appearing as cartoon characters or a sitcom come to life, complete with backstabbing, infighting, far too many drugs, along with a solid self deluded belief that they were actually any good … where surprise of surprises to me, was that this album, in mint factory sealed vinyl condition, complete with hyper stickers sells for upward of $50US.

Listen, I’m not seriously knocking Poison, and I know it seems that I am, it’s just that Poison exist on a far grander scale as a memory than something remastered that the cat dragged into the 21st Century.

Review by Jenell Kesler