Kiss POP figures

Four silhouettes. A thousand decibels. At Funko, glam rock puts on platform boots and wears makeup until exhaustion. The members of Kiss step forward like bolts of sound ready to shake up any display case. The Demon's tongue shoots out like a fire attack, the Starchild's pose seems to howl at the moon, the Spaceman glitters on the brink of a solo, and Catman stays ready to pounce on the snare drum. The guitars shine, the outfits snap, the show is in every detail. POP turns the racket into sculpture, without lowering the volume. These are not musicians, but miniaturized stage creatures. Between leather, glitter and sacred fire, what remains of the concert now fits into a grimace. And it still grooves.