Labels: Major
Review by: Alex Deller
Ok, so here’s a clear contender for the strangest thing I’ve been sent to review. Must’ve been a slow day for the label’s PR people, or maybe they just saw all Andy’s Kaiser Chiefs and Razorlight reviews and figured we’d be down with the sense of false nostalgia gripping all the liars currently claiming they’ve always loved heavy metal.
So anyway, this is a best-of type affair, doubtless breathing life into the coffers of band members and record company execs alike who figured the CrÜe boat had long since sank but are now gunning the irony card for all it’s worth. For those too young to remember, Mötley CrÜe played bubblegum hair metal that acted tough but wore girls’ clothes, recycling Aerosmith riffs and beating their chests with manly displays of priapic bravado. So you have Shout At The Devil, Girls, Girls, Girls, Live Wire and fifteen others mincing along and not doing a particularly good job of rocking out, making you realise just what it must have been that made gay-hating racists like Guns n’ Roses such an appealing prospect if this was the alternative. Flabby, laboured and pretty much surplus to requirement, the years have been just as unkind to Mötley CrÜe’s music as to the band members themselves “” do yourself a favour and avoid it like the dogshit it is.