The new Kiss record is a chamber-pop concept album about the plight of migrant workers. Just kidding. On their 19th studio effort, the glam-rock war horses smear on the greasepaint and blast out odes to rocking all night and partying all day. Kiss are a piece of Americana — more akin to the Ringling Brothers Circus than a rock band. The only question to ask of a new Kiss song is: Will it provide decent accompaniment for a Gene Simmons blood-belching performance in a packed arena? This big, dumb, catchy record passes that test.