Mötley Crüe

of fascinating yet perverted gods, with a look that, on one hand, may seem feminine, but on the other is truly masculine. Their street boy attitude, at times almost sexist and devoted to utter chaos (maintained even during their grunge period with John Corabi, while still sanitizing the more decadent and at times melancholic side), is intimidating... this is glam, yes... but it comes from the sewers...