Motley Crue - Saints of Los Angeles: Listening to this record is like listening to a recovered alcoholic blather on for 44 minutes about how badass he used to be and all the crazy shit he used to do. Motley Crue’s latest attempt to recapture the chart-topping action Motley Crue enjoyed around the time of Dr. Feelgood is a self-conscious look back at the band’s early days intended to tie in with the filmed version of their youthful exploits, but the dearth of memorable, hooky songs kills the party quickly. The awful spoken intro attempts to echo that of Shout At The Devil but just comes off as embarassingly bad, and from there things don’t look up much. The Crue’s style of by-the-numbers manufactured teenage rebellion is so ossified now it’s almost quaint, especially considering the band’s audience is mostly in their thirties and forties, but the nostalgia shot through this record is just a pretty insufferable attempt to self-mythologize and manages to make even tales of misadventure and debauchery sound mind-numbingly tedious. Everything about this album from the overly-processed sounding guitars to the dull tattoo-design album cover (give up on that theme, guys) to the forgettable lyrics without an ounce of wit makes Saints Of Los Angeles an utter chore to get through. Where a good pop-metal record (like, well, Dr Feelgood) makes you want to raise your fist and yell, this one just makes you want to hold your head and groan.
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Lay in your bed, put a Nirvana cd in your cd player, and cut your veins…
With that face, you’re unauthorized to talk about the Crue.
You’re like a blend of Elvis Presley and John Leguizamo.
Sounds good to me, I’ll take it over the bloated, leathery faces of anyone in “the Crue”! At least Elvis had the decency to up and die before he became completely irrelevant, unlike our Motley friends.
Your ears are broken, Saints is the best Rock CD of 2008 so far. And my high school are all Crue Fans so your 30-40 age group is slightly off
this cd is crap, bunch of dumb folks singing the same crap that put them on the map in the last place, sucks, embarassing.
Waterboarding is a welcome reprieve to this album.
Whattaya know, turns out practically nobody cares about “The Crue” anymore, let alone the mythical pre-30s audience their publicity street team would like to think exists. Despite overwhelming hype, and all-original member lineup, and support from bands like Buckcherry and Papa Roach, their “Cruefest” is playing to predominantly half-filled venues.
http://www.antimusic.com/news/08/aug/13Crue_Fest_Hype_Failed_To_Fill_Seats.shtml
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