10 Totally Cheesy Songs (That Are Still Awesome)
3. Rick Derringer - Real American
The opening swell of synthesiser - callously cut from Hulk Hogan's recent WWE entrances - promises something huge. The riff cannot possibly live up to the lyrics.
"I am a real American / Fight for the rights of every man / I am a Real American / Fight for what's right / Fight for your life!"
The opening swell is the sound of hope; the subsequent explosion of guitar is the sound of f*ckin' justice being delivered by a literal bald eagle.
And when that riff comes crashing down, f*ck. Forget about it. Forget about the forever cancelled subject and the ugly betrayal of his moral code. Forget about his refusal to apologise. The song is simply so majestic, so 'murican, that it holds an escapist quality for three-and-a-half fist-pumping minutes. For three-and-a-half minutes, and not any longer, because Hogan is awful, you are convinced that the excess of Reagan's '80s were, in fact, the zenith of civilisation.
The backing vocals are preposterous, particularly as the song reaches its batsh*t crescendo. The woman sounds as if she is in a state if ecstasy, as if the sight of the bronzed god subject is simply so heroic, and so masculine, that she has came in the name of glory.