Kiss, Los Angeles, CA, 1975

The intro about Seeff being baffled by grown men in makeup really sets the stage, and the photos that follow capture that raw improvisational energy between the band members perfectly. I've flipped through it twice already and keep noticing new details in their interactions.

The way Seeff captures the band mid-improv really comes through in the prints—you can almost hear them riffing off each other. It’s fascinating to see how their theatricality translates into these raw, unposed moments.

Those behind-the-scenes stories Seeff tells in the captions are half the fun, and the way he captures them mid-improv is wild. The book’s layout lets the raw energy of the shoot come through page after page, and you can almost hear the chaos. It’s a fantastic piece of music history.