June 03, 1985 12:00 PM

Bon Jovi

Bon Jovi seems to be a pretty genteel name for a diesel-rock band from New Jersey. Yet it’s arrived at honestly enough, Jon Bon Jovi being the singer, sometime guitarist and founder of the quintet. Their second album is a mostly well-executed, always merciless barrage of hard rock. Bon Jovi says that he wrote the material for this record based on talks he conducted with audiences around the world. Giving the kids what they want seems to involve off-the-decibel-meter guitars and screamed choruses. But such tracks as The Price of Love and King of the Mountain contain a musical grace unusual in the metallic crowd. Producer Lance Quinn lends Bon Jovi the panache he has given in the past to groups like Aerosmith and Aldo Nova. Guitarist Richie Sambora seems more inspired in ornamental flourishes than in his extended solos. The album has moments hot enough to warrant the melt-down title, but they are not sustained. Just one question: Shouldn’t a band with a name as continental as Bon Jovi be working on the centigrade scale? They have the right label to be thermometer-associated, in any case. (Mercury)

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