Motley Crue
Motley Crue

THE REVIEW

At the height of the grunge glory year of 1994 and five years after the highly acclaimed "Dr. Feelgood," the champions of glam metal are back with an unconvincing makeover. It's like taking an experienced whore capable of making you happy with the most wicked tricks of the trade and insisting on dressing her up as a bad metal-grunge girl. Because that's what the four of them were from the beginning: rock whores. Sure, the departure of Vince Neil made way for the voice of John Corabi, suitable for the heavier style of most of the songs on the album, but if this is a merit, it stops at just a handful of successful tracks, such as the opening "Power To The Music" or the single "Hooligan's Holiday." For the rest, we clash against a series of compressed but monotonous and similar riffs, and pressing the skip button won't help us until we encounter the two obligatory ballads, which are listenable but also "already heard." The only gem has to be searched for very deeply, it's written red on black in microscopic characters on the last page of the album and reads like this: "Whoever stole Mick's guitars…we hope you die." Amen.