In his Bad review, Thom Duffy, music critic for the Orlando Sentinel, describes "Dirty Diana" as a heavy metal ballad, saying that "Dirty Diana, a tale of a maliciously seductive fan, finds Jackson doing credible heavy-metal rock wailing", which, the critic said, was "accompanied by a solo from Steve Stevens, the guitarist from Billy Idol's band".
System of a Down's whiplash chords and sneering bursts of rhetoric, or Public Enemy's jagged funk and fractured lyrics, or Sleater-Kinney's indie-rock wail, would drive many folkies out of the room.
He had the yowl for Sly and the Family Stone's "Babies Makin' Babies," the shout for the Beatles' "She Came in Through the Bathroom Window" and a blues-rock wail for Led Zeppelin's "What Is and What Should Never Be"; his phrasing was spontaneous and sure.
The choristers onstage and the hundreds of schoolchildren in the hall joined in, singing with vehemence, swaying in sync, as drums pounded and steely rock guitars wailed.
Dave Simpson Young improv and electronica trio Troyka (keyboardist Kit Downes, guitarist Chris Montague and drummer Joshua Blackmore) echo the raw attack and dance-beats of much earlier forms of fusion and jazz-rock, but join them to the switchback melodies and rhythm-warping of a cutting-edge contemporary jazz band, with plenty of rock guitar wailing and bleepy electronics thrown in.
Off the set, Taylor rock-climbs, wails on the electric guitar and shoots home videos.
He goes on to recount a grim weekend of group therapy during which he lies on a mattress rocking, crying, wailing for and at his dead father.
Dan Sartain The Luminaire, NW6 Wednesday 20 The small but fiery, wailing rock'n'roller from Birmingham, Alabama brings some southern charm to a Not The Same Old Blues Crap night.
He has updated Pushkin's "Eugene Onegin," setting it in post-Soviet Russia and ratcheting up the drama, with the aid of a score that intercuts Tchaikovsky with wailing rock guitar.
Best on Warm Leatherette is Private Life, a track that fuses atmospheric dub and Jones's deep, rich spoken word with a real wailing rock guitar, and yet somehow is never cheesy and always slick and utterly seductive.
A double bill of Canadian bands at their most bipolar: the clever, jokey, good-natured pop of the Barenaked Ladies and the churning, wailing rock and post-therapeutic insights of Alanis Morissette.
