With more pomp than the Last Night Of The Proms, 1987 is David Coverdale at his preening, self-important best. A huge success in America, this was Whitesnake at their most stylised; their videos glowed with an iridescent gleam, the light reflecting off the band’s teeth enough to scar an unprotected retina.
David was always a looker, although no one could have foreseen the almost eerie transformation that took place between 1984’s Slide It In and 1987. In America, the album was simply called Whitesnake – this, David seemed to be saying, is a new beginning. For some Whitesnake fans, however, it was also the end.
