Review: “Saints of Los Angeles,” Mötley Crüe
The members of Mötley Crüe wave their vices like a banner on Saints Of Los Angeles, the group’s first studio album since 2000. The four original members of Crüe (surprise, still alive!) return for this depravity-filled stroll down memory lane, revisiting all the pistols, pussy and pills of their ’80s heyday. Just scan the track listings: “Face Down In The Dirt,” “Muthafucker Of The Year” and “Chicks = Trouble” give you an idea of the fun enclosed here. And fun it is – “Down At The Whisky” is as good a rock song as any that’s appeared this year and one of the Crüe’s best. This is the rock equivalent of high school seniors recounting a drunken weekend for their buddies on Monday morning; do not expect any real regret or remorse. The Crüe message is in the chorus of “This Ain’t A Love Song”: “This ain’t a love song, it’s a fuck song/You don’t have to sing along.” If any of this is offensive to you, you are definitely in the wrong place. Saints of Los Angeles rocks mightily, and it is not for the faint of heart. This is good clean nasty raucous rock and roll. Great album, boys! See you in rehab.