The Redemption of Rocket Queen

I loved Appetite for Destruction, right from first listen, such a visceral thrill. It was naughty as…well, naughty-as-fuck. We were probably too young to be listening to it but the unwritten, unspoken agreement seemed to be that if we didn’t copy the language – at least at home, anyway – it would be allowed. You might as well learn about the world somew…