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Rating: NEW TATTOO (20/06/2000, MOTLEY RECORDS)
Abandoning industrial experiments, Motley Crue return to the sound of their origins, delivering an excellent album that encapsulates the typical themes of the glam movement, namely sex, drugs, rebellion, and urban life adventures.
Tommy Lee leaves the band to dedicate himself to a rap-metal project, Methods of Mayhem (creators of a mediocre self-titled album and, despite themselves, protagonists of a fierce protest at the 2000 Gods Of Metal), but he is promptly replaced by Randy Castillo, former drummer for Ozzy Osbourne. Vince Neil's voice unmistakably becomes sleazy, Nikki Sixx doesn't hesitate to showcase his crystalline class on the bass, and Mick Mars returns with solid riffs and roaring solos.
The first single released, “Hell on high heels” is accompanied by a sarcastic and irreverent video created in collaboration with Champ Chaos studio (known for their satire on Metallica during the Napster case, again in collaboration with the Crue). “New Tattoo” debuts at position #41 on the American charts, literally flooding rock-oriented radios in the United States. This new work abundantly surpasses the quality of the last two studio efforts, gifting us tracks that ooze the desire for redemption, like the sharp “First band on the moon” and “Fake”, a song highlighted by a ruthless text where the Crue damn the music industry while maintaining a sardonic grin. Added to this are two beautiful ballads called “New Tattoo” and “Hollywood Ending” in which Vince's voice guides us through a tale of love, blood, and nostalgia in the city of angels.
There are also the usual hard-hitting tracks like “Porno Star” (featuring collaborations with two real American porn stars, Syren and Julie Meadows) and “Hell on high heels”. Every piece of this work is drenched in 100% Motley sound and shines with that brilliance that only the most genuine hard rock can emanate. We can finally start to smile again: the pessimism hovering over the last two studio works has been obliterated, destroyed by a sonic storm that once again sings the joys of sex and life. Vince, Mick, Nikki, and Randy simply walk into a recording studio and, without futilely chasing the sounds of the moment, give birth to an album that represents what they have always fought for: rock n’ roll, dirty, hard, played with soul.
“New Tattoo” is a great gift for all lovers of the purest and most untouched hard and heavy, and memorable tracks like “She needs rock n’ roll”, “Treat me like the dog I am”, “Dragstrip Superstar”, or the stunning cover of the Tubes’ “White punks on dope”, only confirm what has been said before: Motley is back, and they have finally given birth to a worthy successor to their masterpiece “Dr. Feelgood” (1989).
In this album, you may not find a single of the caliber of “Wild Side” or “Smokin’ in the boy’s room”, but listening to “New Tattoo” track by track, you will understand that after years of crisis, the Crue have managed to crawl out of the tunnel, releasing an irresistibly rock album.
(Enrico Rosticci)
TRACK LIST:
01) HELL ON HIGH HEELS
02) TREAT ME LIKE THE DOG I AM
03) NEW TATTOO
04) DRAGSTRIP SUPERSTAR
05) FIRST BAND ON THE MOON
06) SHE NEEDS ROCK N’ ROLL
07) PUNCHED IN TEETH BY LOVE
08) HOLLYWOOD ENDING
09) FAKE
10) PORNO STAR
11) WHITE PUNKS ON DOPE
12) TIMEBOMB
13) FIRST BAND ON THE MOON (DEMO) - Japanese version
14) PORNO STAR (DEMO) - Japanese version
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Hell on High Heels (04:15)
Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat
Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat
A serpent's tongue calculating mind
Gets top billing for her hip shake divine
Look to the sky
No rain in sight
Better wear your rubber boys
If Betty is your date tonight
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Sexy Suki, little geisha girl
Given every samurai a twirl
An HIV V.I.P.
Backseat panties down around her knees
She's got no money
Can't pay the rent
it's a sunny day now baby
Every night on her back that's spent
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
02 Treat Me Like the Dog I Am (03:40)
Red Rover, red rover
Got a bone but I can't come over
Never broken, never trained
You got me in the doghouse
On this dog chain
You treat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
You beat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
Oh master, go faster
You're my bitch and I'm your bastard
At the dog pound make me beg
Got me with my tail between my leg
You treat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
You shame me
Like the dog, like the dog I am You treat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
You kick me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
Just beat me, just bite me, just break me
Treat me like a dog
Just blame me, just shame me, then cage me
Treat me like a dog
Cause I need it
And I want it
And I deserve it
Treat me like a dog
Please slap me, please smack me
Crack me, whack me
And attack me
03 New Tattoo (04:18)
I've been out drinkin with the boys again
Sorry I'm calling after 2 a.m.
There's something that I need to say to you
I know it's late
But this can't wait
I just got a new tattoo
One love, one woman
You're my new tattoo
Tonight is the very first night of my life with you
Until the day I die
I promise it's true
Everyone will see my new tattoo
Tonight I saw your face up in the stars
Stumbled here to paint you on my arm
There's something that I need to say to you
So I wrote this song
Cause you belong
Right here on my new tattoo
(chorus)
I don't want to see us fade away
I don't want to be without you another day
I could be your Dorian Gray
I won't fade away
04 Dragstrip Superstar (04:22)
Jailbait playmate
Freak show masturbate
Fuel inject carburete
Underage penetrate
Mama take me home tonight
Mama take me Home
Dragstrip, she's a superstar
She's got a tight fit, She's gonna make it far
Dragstrip, she's so supercharged
She's got loose lips, she's a superstar
Superstar
Black cat cabaret
Dancin down the alleyway
Doomsday runaway
Money shaker on display
Mama take me home tonight
Mama take me Home
(chorus)
Does your daddy know now
What you show and tell now
Does he wish you well
On your trip through hell
Can't run away on the runway
05 1st Band on the Moon (04:25)
There's a problem with the girls here on Earth
They stopped acting dizzy wearing miniskirts
Seems like everything wild is in distaste
Gotta get my band off in outer, outerspace
I want a place that wants arena rock
Along with the girls who wanna suck my...
Take out music up and fry some brains
Teach a dimension how to go, go insane
It can't come too soon
Someone always has to break the rules
Like a rock n roll cartoon
1st band on the moon
Now it won't be too long
Until we get to sing our songs
Even if we're outta tune
1st band on the moon
Everybody watchin on their TV sets
Came out of the shuttle dancin penthouse pets
And someone grabs a mic and really lets it spit
But the band is so loud
We blow the transmit
(chorus)
That's one small step for man
08 Hollywood Ending (03:43)
Did you want it this way
Breaking us down a little at a time
Is it easier now that I'm not around
Is it time to draw the line
Well, we don't have to pretend
That it's a Hollywood ending
Leave it to me
To act like a fool begging you to come back
When I had you I had everything
And now all I have is this photograph
There's nothing here to defend
it's not a Hollywood ending
You don't have to go
No, you don't have to go
You could've been the star of
My show anytime
No, you don't have to go The trouble with you
The trouble with me
We ain't meant to be
Well, we don't have to pretend
That it's a Hollywood ending
Another Hollywood ending
it's not as bad as it seems
A Hollywood ending
it's hard to give up your dreams
Another Hollywood ending
All that glitters will fade
A Hollywood ending
Just like the promise you made
Another Hollywood ending
09 Fake (03:44)
Spent a million dollars on amphetamines
Crashed a lot of cars
Fucked all the stupid stars in Hollywood
Because I could, because we could
So you loved to hate us in your private jets
Funny how you bitched and moaned
'Cause you got fat and rich
And when I'm dead
All you'll put on my headstone is that
I'm so fake
I'm a dirty little bastard
Fake
I was always so plastered
Fake
So you say it's true
Fake
I'm a dirty little whore
Fake
I'm everything and more
Looks like I'm fake
Just like just like you
40 million records and going strong
Never won a Grammy
Still won't play along in Hollywood
Like we should
(chorus)
My diamond rings and cocaine binges
All strung out on your syringes
Sold my soul while you sold records
I have been your slave forever
What are you fat cats doing anyway?
Take our money and flush it down the drain
You're so fake
You're a dirty little bastard
Fake
You're always so plastered
Fake
So you say it's true
Looks like I'm a fake like you
Fake
You're a dirty little whore
Fake
You're always such a bore
Fake
So you say it's true
11 White Punks on Dope (03:40)
Written by Evans, Spooner, Steen
Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A.
Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope
Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope
I go crazy 'cause my folks are so fucking rich
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch
Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
So lonely, all the other kids will never know
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
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