Dave2112
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Ok, so I'm at my local FYE, browsing the DVD concerts (I try to treat myself to a new concert for my collection every other week or so, to reward myself for being so damned great and all 😀 ). Anyhooo, seeing nothing new that I wanted (and still waiting for the live Triumph disc) I decided to take a shot and buy Motley Crue's "Rude, Crued and Tattooed".
There's 20 bucks I'll never see again. 🙄
Before I tell you the big reason this disc sucked, I'll say a few things nice about it first. Here's a couple positives.
With the obvious "interferences" in the colorful life of original Crue drummer/stalker/psychopath Tommy Lee, the band had to look elsewhere for a drummer. This concert featured ex-Hole drummer Samantha Mahoney, and the girl can play. She's a lot of fun to watch and fits right in.
One thing that impressed me a little was how good a guitarist Mick Mars actually is live. Not among the elite by any means, but he did some pretty neat things on some old Crue classics. However, from an aesthetic standpoint, Mick still looks like he's been dead for a month. If Keith Richards is rock's "walking corpse", then Mick Mars is the one that was too decomposed to even get up again.
And as usual, the Crue rely on a set of back-up singers/strippers that have more costume changes than Natalie Portman in The Phantom Menace. Then again, we never did get to see Padme in a leather thong...
One good thing about this disc is that they don't waste a lot of space on a tone of "new material" that no one even knows was recorded. You buy a DVD of a classic rock band to hear thier classics, not the shit they recorded last year before opening for Poison at the Cornpone County Fair. Most of the material is from the guitar-heavy "Girls, Girls, Girls" or the one album that came close to being a really great metal record "Dr. Feelgood". Thankfully, they didn't do that stupid cover of "Smokin' in the Boy's Room". In fact, the only "Theater of Pain" cut was a reworked acoustic-laden "Home Sweet Home". It sucked. Now, here's why this DVD blows donkeys...
Vince Neil can no longer sing.
At all.
While surfing through the channels one morning at 3 am, I came across a "reality" show called "The Surreal Life" where they took a bunch of washed-up has-beens and stuck them together in a house. One of them was Vince Neil. Imagine that fat drunk guy that used to live down the street...relatively harmless but a disgusting slob and a general embarrasment to the family.
On stage, little is different...although we've now taken this 45 year old wanna-be biker, stuffed him into a pair of spandex (and nothin' says "cottage cheese ass" like good ol' spandex) and given him a microphone. It's obvious from the first song that 2 packs of cigarettes, a quarter-ounce and a fifth of JD a day have not been kind to Mr. Neil. He can't finish a verse without stopping for breath, simply leaving off the end of a lyric rather than making a cover or save. Unlike some other concerts I've seen where the vocals are slightly reworked to compensate for the singer getting older, Motley Crue doesn't seem to care. Vince still tries to hit the notes he can't, and at points it's actually embarassing. He relies on the age-old trick of pointing the mike at the audience for them to sing or chant the chorus. However, he goes from "audience participation" right over to "do my job for me" by the third song. Most of the real singing on the choruses and the important parts are done by the back-up strippers and Mick/Nikki. Perhaps if Vince were more interested in controlling his breathing than running his 240-lb. ass from one side of the stage to the other every 30 seconds, he'd have fared better.
When he's not "singing", he's B.S.'ing with the audience endlessly about drinking, getting laid and generally coming across as an aging rocker who really misses being 22. In a "therapy" sort of way. He says "fuck" so many times per minute, that you swear you saw Silent Bob standing next to him.
All in all, I'd recommend this only for die-hard fans of Motley Crue, or those looking to complete the '80's rock DVD collection. It's not the worst I've ever heard, but I'd wait until you can grab it for $8.99
- Dave 😎
There's 20 bucks I'll never see again. 🙄
Before I tell you the big reason this disc sucked, I'll say a few things nice about it first. Here's a couple positives.
With the obvious "interferences" in the colorful life of original Crue drummer/stalker/psychopath Tommy Lee, the band had to look elsewhere for a drummer. This concert featured ex-Hole drummer Samantha Mahoney, and the girl can play. She's a lot of fun to watch and fits right in.
One thing that impressed me a little was how good a guitarist Mick Mars actually is live. Not among the elite by any means, but he did some pretty neat things on some old Crue classics. However, from an aesthetic standpoint, Mick still looks like he's been dead for a month. If Keith Richards is rock's "walking corpse", then Mick Mars is the one that was too decomposed to even get up again.
And as usual, the Crue rely on a set of back-up singers/strippers that have more costume changes than Natalie Portman in The Phantom Menace. Then again, we never did get to see Padme in a leather thong...
One good thing about this disc is that they don't waste a lot of space on a tone of "new material" that no one even knows was recorded. You buy a DVD of a classic rock band to hear thier classics, not the shit they recorded last year before opening for Poison at the Cornpone County Fair. Most of the material is from the guitar-heavy "Girls, Girls, Girls" or the one album that came close to being a really great metal record "Dr. Feelgood". Thankfully, they didn't do that stupid cover of "Smokin' in the Boy's Room". In fact, the only "Theater of Pain" cut was a reworked acoustic-laden "Home Sweet Home". It sucked. Now, here's why this DVD blows donkeys...
Vince Neil can no longer sing.
At all.
While surfing through the channels one morning at 3 am, I came across a "reality" show called "The Surreal Life" where they took a bunch of washed-up has-beens and stuck them together in a house. One of them was Vince Neil. Imagine that fat drunk guy that used to live down the street...relatively harmless but a disgusting slob and a general embarrasment to the family.
On stage, little is different...although we've now taken this 45 year old wanna-be biker, stuffed him into a pair of spandex (and nothin' says "cottage cheese ass" like good ol' spandex) and given him a microphone. It's obvious from the first song that 2 packs of cigarettes, a quarter-ounce and a fifth of JD a day have not been kind to Mr. Neil. He can't finish a verse without stopping for breath, simply leaving off the end of a lyric rather than making a cover or save. Unlike some other concerts I've seen where the vocals are slightly reworked to compensate for the singer getting older, Motley Crue doesn't seem to care. Vince still tries to hit the notes he can't, and at points it's actually embarassing. He relies on the age-old trick of pointing the mike at the audience for them to sing or chant the chorus. However, he goes from "audience participation" right over to "do my job for me" by the third song. Most of the real singing on the choruses and the important parts are done by the back-up strippers and Mick/Nikki. Perhaps if Vince were more interested in controlling his breathing than running his 240-lb. ass from one side of the stage to the other every 30 seconds, he'd have fared better.
When he's not "singing", he's B.S.'ing with the audience endlessly about drinking, getting laid and generally coming across as an aging rocker who really misses being 22. In a "therapy" sort of way. He says "fuck" so many times per minute, that you swear you saw Silent Bob standing next to him.
All in all, I'd recommend this only for die-hard fans of Motley Crue, or those looking to complete the '80's rock DVD collection. It's not the worst I've ever heard, but I'd wait until you can grab it for $8.99
- Dave 😎
