CALGARY - How exactly am I supposed to write a concert review about a band that experienced the height of their success when I was five-years-old?

And is that guy behind the drum kit seriously hitting the skins with one arm?

I come from a generation that considers Kurt Cobain and Eddie Vedder to be the epitome of all that is rock 'n' roll -- so last night at the 'Dome I was having a hard time shedding my grunge fatigues and embracing the metallic sounds of the legendary Def Leppard and opening act, Styx.

By song three, I was beginning to become suspicious this might be what is commonly referred to as "crotch rock."

And, loving every minute of it!

Pour Some Sugar On Me indeed Def Leppard.

Styx opened the evening, with new addition to the band Lawrence Gowan on keyboards, a member of the group since 1999.

The tightly trousered rockers had the crowd of appreciative fans in near frantic hysterics as they broke into classic hits such as Come Sail Away and Miss America.

These old guys sure know how to make some noise --noise that harkens back to a time before music descriptions such as emo, grunge and orchestral pop came along to ruin rock 'n' roll fun.

Before attending the nearly sold-out show I consulted with Google, Wikipedia and both band's official websites in the attempt to figure out exactly what Def Leppard and Styx were all about.

Wikipedia describes them as glam metal, a description I am having a hard time coming to terms with.

I think glam metal is in reference to the fact these middle-aged men have mastered the art of simultaneously playing guitars and keyboards at ear-piercing tones while flipping their perfectly feathered locks of long hair around and sporting spandex pants.

Some fans even dressed up in costume as "bangers," wearing heavy-metal-style hair wigs and tapered jeans with high tops.

This was the cheesiest concert I've been to since Josh Groban -- but unlike Groban, these guys know how to rock.

When Def Leppard hit the stage, the crowd rose to their feet and erupted into a scream.

You've won me over, you crazy '80s rockers -- with your long hair, crotch hugging jeans, and guitar shredding tunes, who could ask for anything more?

I can hardly wait for Van Halen in December.