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mirror and set to a thundering soundtrack that would have been appropriate to one of Jack Nicholson's vintage biker epics. Call it the revenge of the baby-boom babies or whatever. Meat Loaf was their mouthpiece: the mouth that roared.

Actually, Meat Loaf, all 300plus pounds of him, was merely a conduit for the ministrations of his songwriter-svengali, Jim Steinman. Steinman happened along about the time that Bruce Springsteen was encouraging the wild and the innocent to spring from cages on Highway 9, and the pint-sized composer of musicales took the Boss' cue. On Bat Out of Hell, Steinman one-upped Springsteen, appropriating both his tendency toward melodrama–the New Jersey-fied bathos, the recurring night-river/fright-fever imagery, the hunger–and his countervailing notions of redemption: the promised land, escape, sexual rapture. But where Springsteen could hold his potential for overkill in check most of the time, Steinman and Meat Loaf, like a couple of jokers at a carnival who have to prove they can top everybody, came down hard with their sledgehammers and sent the bell ringing right off the pole.

During his two-year platinum sleigh ride, Meat Loaf blew out his voice while on tour and would often collapse from exertion, lying onstage like a beached whale. He found that he was physically incapable of singing the follow-up record Jim Steinman had written, so Steinman himself handled the vocal work and made Bad for Good his first solo album. He can have it.

Steinman's thin, reedy voice simply can't carry the absurd precocity of the lyrics (do you really want to know about a song called "Love and Death and an American Guitar"?). Throughout, Bad for Good is marred by Wagnerian excess, feral "rock" playing and vile choristering. Todd Rundgren should have his wrists slapped for choking the upper end of his guitar's neck in a vainglorious approximation of epiphany (surely this was one of those odd jobs he takes to pay the rent at Utopia Video). In the title track, Steinman sings: "And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while/But I know that I'll be bad for good." This is probably the most perfect self-review in the history of rock & roll.

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