When I first heard Kid Rock’s “So Hott”, the opening chords really caught my attention. I was in the car, and after a few seconds I reached down and turned up the radio. The intro rolled on for a while, and I got pumped up waiting for the song to really kick in.
Then the first line came: “You’ve got a body like the Devil and you smell like sex.”
Body like the Devil? Really? The first thing I thought of was St. Wolfgang and the Devil:
Now that just screams sexy, doesn’t it? Especially that ass.
Sadly, the song just goes dowhill from there. If you read through the lyrics, it’s not a big leap to translate it to “I’m going to take you home, get you drunk, screw your brains out, and kick you to the curb.” I realize there are some women that may work with, but I’m not sure it’s a good tribute to the woman you love. (Maybe that’s why his darling Pammy bailed for Rick Salomon.)
As for the music, I think he took a page from the Lenny Kravitz Guide to Music: find a hook and play it over and over and over and over and over and over and over, throw in a solo, return to the hook, play over and over and over and over and over and over. Disagree? Take another listen to “Are You Gonna Go My Way” and “Bring It On” and you’ll hear it. Kid Rock’s hook is just longer.
I often make fun of pop and country stars for not writing their own material, but sometimes it would appear there’s a reason for it.