TRACK LISTING 1) L.A.M.F. 2) Face Down In The Dirt 3) What's It Gonna Take 4) Down At The Whisky 5) Saints of Los Angeles 6) Mutherfucker of the Year 7) The Animal In Me 8) Welcome To The Machine 9) Just Another Psycho 10) Chicks = Trouble 11) This Ain't A Love Song 12) White Trash Circus 13) Goin' Out Swingin'

In this day and age and with the music industry in shambles, it's nice to know that Motley Crue still have the nads to rock. Anymore, the internet makes over-night quasi rockstars out of every kid with pro-tools on their Mac or PC only to see them fizzle out faster than Rolling Stone can put em' on their cover.

Nuff said, on to the meat and potatoes review of a record from a band with, like it or not, real rock star credibility and stay power. Saints of Los Angeles is 13 songs of pure rock, complete with all the sleaze and fun that the Crue are infamous for. While this record does not break any new ground for the band it does sound fresh and proves that they are still heavy weights of their craft and far more exciting than the band dujour. The subject matter of the songs is about what you would expect from Motley Crue including girls, parties and more girls but the focus is on conquests of the past and this record plays like the musical counterpart to "The Dirt" which is the tell all autobiography of the band. This is fun but, honestly, after a while it gets a bit tiring hearing stories about the boys exploits on the Sunset Strip while you get the feeling that at any minute they are going to break into the Kinks "Where Have All the Good Times Gone."

Stand out tracks from SOLA are "Face Down in the Dirt" and "What's it Gonna Take" but the album, as a whole, is all very strong with the exception of "This Aint a Love Song", which gets the "dumb rock lyric award" for the record when Vince sings "this aint a love song, it's just another fuck song." Come on Nikki, you're a better writer than that. Sonically though, the record is amazing with super big production and energy and the band sounds lean and mean, circa 1987, with the only real weakness being the occasional lack of attack in the vocal department but the band works so well together that you almost don't even notice.

While this record will probably not spawn a "Home Sweet Home" or "Dr Feelgood" it will certainly satisfy the snootiest of Crue fans and is a beacon of hope in a currently murky sea of musical mediocrity.

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Reviewed by P Nurple