In a year loaded with unexpected comebacks (REM’s Accelerate, Def Leppard’s Songs From The Sparkle Lounge), Motley Crue reasserts their place at the top of the gutter pile with “Saints of Los Angeles,” their best work since Dr. Feelgood over 10 years ago. Basically a concept autobiography, Vince, Tommy, Nikki and Mick recall their days as up and sleazing baby Crues with defiant power chords and manic drumming.
In short, everything you’d expect from vintage Crue. It’s also loud, fast and gleefully obscene, with titles like “M—F—er Of The Year” and liberal spouting of the F-Bomb all over the CD. They also make sure that the story isn’t 100% romantic nostalgia: “We’re the drunken gods of the living dead” they proclaim in the none-too-complimentary “White Trash Circus.” There’s also the funny tirade “Chicks = Trouble,” which sounds aimed at the rotating wife roster the band has maintained.
“Saints Of Los Angeles” will rock your socks, which is not bad for a bunch of 50 year olds. There’s nothing held back and not much by way of filler. Vince sounds in great voice, and the guitars sting like it’s 1989. You missed The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band? Do you miss Girls, Girls, Girls? Then Motley Crue’s “Saints of Los Angeles” will give you some goat throwing adrenaline.