After Aldo's career had been declared clinically dead and Aldo himself a "one hit wonder" ("Fantasy"), it took the mighty Jon Bon Jovi to resurrect him. JBJ, who co-produces and co-writes pretty much every song here, has a heavy stamp on this album. Considering that Aldo played on several Jon Bon Jovi releases, this album will appeal mostly to fans of the Well-Coifed One.
The problem with Blood On The Bricks is not lack of decent material, or lack of chops. Indeed, Aldo proves on several tracks that he is a burnin' axeman, and even takes a killer keyboard solo on "Bright Lights". The problem here is that this album is choked to death in overproduction, and you have to blame JBJ for that. Every song collapses under its own weight of gang "whoa whoa" backing vocals, shrilly recorded instruments, and thudding drums with the characteristic telltale signs of samples.
A song like "Medicine Man", for example, is a decent if generic song on its own. However it stumbles and falls under layers and layers of backing vocals and overdubs. The production ruins this batch of pleasant if ordinary toons. This type of production value was way too common in 1991. Play Prisoners in Paradise by Europe, or Hey Stoopid by Alice Cooper for an idea of this sound. Aldo's album, however, is recorded and mixed even worse than the two I mentioned. And the lyrics are pretty juvenile. "His boom-box blastin' some Metallica track"? Did Aldo really sing that?
Song highlights for me incluced the burning title track and a couple other nice moments like "Touch Of Madness" or "Medicine Man". However everything here is terribly generic, there's nothing here that you haven't heard before, and that makes me sad.
Two stars. I do love the cover. (This edition has an annoying "FEATURING JON BON JOVI" scrawled on an otherwise fine piece of art.)