Post by Alex Jones on Jul 3, 2008 16:46:29 GMT -6
-Motley Crue “Saints of Los Angeles"
Well what to say about the crue’s new album?. First off I have to say I liked motley crue, I always have liked their dirty hard rock, but on previous albums, even their “classics” like “girls girls girls” and “theatre of pain” I felt like they had one or two truelly great songs, three “average” songs and then the rest was just filler, and as the standard amount of tunes went up from eight songs to twelve per album the numbers didn’t change, motley then had one or two great songs, three average ones and seemed to add a few extra filler titles, which is why even after hearing the amazing title track I was still skeptical...
The album starts off with a quick ambiant track with a spoken word going over it, appropriatly titles “LAMF” which stands for “Los Angeles Mother f**ker”, the track then leads right into a string of three hard rock anthems that all seem to call from different times in the bands career, “Face down in the dirt” is a hard rock fireball, you even tend to foget most of these guys are in their 40’s and Mick Mars is almost a skeleton. “What’s it gonna take” follows similar suit with a slightly slower tempo but still full of that excellent “crue” energy. And of course there’s the song “Down at the whisky” where they pay homage to the club that helped get them set up, “The Whisky” down on the sunset strip, these songs although better than average couldn’t prepare me for the absolute gems that followed. The title track blasts out of your speakers and you can’t help but sing alot to the gang chorus screaming “we are we are the saints we signed our life away, doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway!”, it’s a call to arms for disseffected youth by guys olod enough to be our dads but f**k me it works, the openning riff alone gets your blood pumping...
At this point I honestly thought the album was going to nose dive, they’d blasted their “great” song quota, but jeez I was wrong. The next two songs just floored me, “MF of the year” is a hainous slab of hard rock with a catchy as hell chorus and some neat guitar tricks from Mr Mars and some great layered vocals supplied by the “portly prince” Vince Neil, the next that pops up is “The animal in me”, it’s close to a power ballad, but my god I challenge anyone not want to sing alot to this great track, in fact on a personal note it’s my favourite track on the album, it’s singable and still hard but with a real soul that Motley Crue have always had yet very few people have given them credit for. The eight songs that follow blow out of the speakers and as I listen to each one I’ve realised the Crue had to make this album, if it is their final one it’d be an appropriate ephitaph, each song is well crafted stadium hard rock, some with the comical flair they’ve always had and the male mysoginistic tendancies, and then there’s the soul and heart that they tried to keep hidden...
This is one of the Crue’s most consistant albums in their entire career, a welcome return and most imporatantly it keeps them interested in doing more. Avenged Sevenfold take note, Grandpa Mick, Uncle Tommy, Uncle Vince and Uncle Nikki just kicked your asses.....
Well what to say about the crue’s new album?. First off I have to say I liked motley crue, I always have liked their dirty hard rock, but on previous albums, even their “classics” like “girls girls girls” and “theatre of pain” I felt like they had one or two truelly great songs, three “average” songs and then the rest was just filler, and as the standard amount of tunes went up from eight songs to twelve per album the numbers didn’t change, motley then had one or two great songs, three average ones and seemed to add a few extra filler titles, which is why even after hearing the amazing title track I was still skeptical...
The album starts off with a quick ambiant track with a spoken word going over it, appropriatly titles “LAMF” which stands for “Los Angeles Mother f**ker”, the track then leads right into a string of three hard rock anthems that all seem to call from different times in the bands career, “Face down in the dirt” is a hard rock fireball, you even tend to foget most of these guys are in their 40’s and Mick Mars is almost a skeleton. “What’s it gonna take” follows similar suit with a slightly slower tempo but still full of that excellent “crue” energy. And of course there’s the song “Down at the whisky” where they pay homage to the club that helped get them set up, “The Whisky” down on the sunset strip, these songs although better than average couldn’t prepare me for the absolute gems that followed. The title track blasts out of your speakers and you can’t help but sing alot to the gang chorus screaming “we are we are the saints we signed our life away, doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway!”, it’s a call to arms for disseffected youth by guys olod enough to be our dads but f**k me it works, the openning riff alone gets your blood pumping...
At this point I honestly thought the album was going to nose dive, they’d blasted their “great” song quota, but jeez I was wrong. The next two songs just floored me, “MF of the year” is a hainous slab of hard rock with a catchy as hell chorus and some neat guitar tricks from Mr Mars and some great layered vocals supplied by the “portly prince” Vince Neil, the next that pops up is “The animal in me”, it’s close to a power ballad, but my god I challenge anyone not want to sing alot to this great track, in fact on a personal note it’s my favourite track on the album, it’s singable and still hard but with a real soul that Motley Crue have always had yet very few people have given them credit for. The eight songs that follow blow out of the speakers and as I listen to each one I’ve realised the Crue had to make this album, if it is their final one it’d be an appropriate ephitaph, each song is well crafted stadium hard rock, some with the comical flair they’ve always had and the male mysoginistic tendancies, and then there’s the soul and heart that they tried to keep hidden...
This is one of the Crue’s most consistant albums in their entire career, a welcome return and most imporatantly it keeps them interested in doing more. Avenged Sevenfold take note, Grandpa Mick, Uncle Tommy, Uncle Vince and Uncle Nikki just kicked your asses.....