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Rating: And we have to endure them too.
They are back, they are angry, to the core. But they are still the same, the Motley Crue, with their new album with rough production (made intentionally to bring things closer to the glorious old eighties); with their new album with its strong point (!) in idiotic themes.
"Saints Of Los Angeles", an album that oozes street ‘n glam from every pore, an album that makes you realize that the Crue are back for all of us with Vince Neil in full grace. And “Saints Of....” is exactly the album you would expect from the 2008 Motley Crue: an album that with its songs more or less faithfully echoes the past periods, those of "Girls, Girls, Girls", "Dr. Feelgood" and the albums that made them famous, almost making us forget the inhuman messes spawned by the same band like "Generation Swine" or the last "New Tattoo" which, to me, seemed more bland than the hot water from drained pasta.
But, question: how is the album? Is it good? Is it for "cumbrà"? the answer is in the middle... yes, it is true. I repeat: reunions are always and only made for one purpose, the sale of the soul to the low god Money, but there must be a limit to everything. Fortunately, the album holds up, although not for all the tracks that make it up, because while the title track and especially "Face Down in The Dirt" are authentic hair metal gems, the same cannot be said for "Motherfucker Of The Year". There is also the usual ballad of the band, now attached to this kind of hard-melodic sound, "The Animal In Me" which, however, is pleasant to listen to, not being the classic diabetic and hyperglycemic rock ballad, but a delightful semi-ballad that manages to engage the listener.
And, however, right in the engagement is the weak point of the new Crue. Not all the songs hold up and not all manage to positively engage the listening to the album which may appear nice, well done, well produced and packaged but that, in the long run, can become slightly boring. Lack of ideas? I would say the opposite, that is, too much on the fire. If in "Welcome To The Machine" the repressed power is magically found, in the following "Just Another Psycho" it falls back into banality. And so it is until the end.
An album that says absolutely nothing. An album that will make Motley Crue fans happy, an album that, after all, will tire you after the first listens. However, an album that manages to give strong emotions and the desire to bang your head right and left at different moments and that, in some parts, comments on itself (S.O.L.A... for those with understanding...).
Half successful, lack of imagination and compositional brilliance are the flaws I found most. For the rest, if you're not too attached to money, you can give it a chance.
Sufficient.
Tracklist and Lyrics
05 Saints of Los Angeles (Gang vocal) (03:40)
Tonight, there's gonna be a fight
So if you need a place to go
Got a two roof slum
A magnum 7 gun
And the cops don't never show
So come right in
Cuz everybody sins
Welcome to the scene of the crime
You want it, believe it, you got it if you need it
The devil is a friend of mine
Well if you think it's crazy, you ain't seen a thing
Just wait untill we're goin down in flames
[Chorus:]
We are, we are the saints
We signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are, we are the saints
One day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Red line, tripping on a land mine
Sippin at the Troubadour
Girls passed out, naked in the back lounge
Everybody's goin to score
She's all jacked up, she's down on her luck
You wan't it, you need it the devil's gonna feed it
Don't cha say it's crazy, you don't know a thing
Just wait untill we're going down in flames
[Chorus:]
We are, we are the saints
We signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are, we are the saints
One day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
[Solo]
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
[Chorus (2x):]
We are, we are the saints
We signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are, we are the saints
One day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
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