After a decade or so in the wilderness, the LA glam-rock quartet seem to have found their natural home as festival headliners. Delivering 90 minutes of hits over Papa Roach, Trapt and other no-mark support acts wheeled out to give the impression that this is a festival rather than just another Crüe show, the band do what they always do. Filmed in Toronto in 2008, Vince Neil prances about and wails, Nikki Sixx prances around and plays bass, Tommy Lee prances around and plays drums, and the elderly Mick Mars – stricken with ankylosing spondulitis – just plays the guitar.
The music is just fine, with Girls Girls Girls, Shout At The Devil and other hoary old anthems exhumed and brushed down, but the accompanying half-hour documentary gives best value. Tracking the band through the promotional stunts they performed for the release of their then-new album Saints Of Los Angeles, it reveals that, while life in Mötley Crüe is tackier than a mountain of Pritt Sticks, it’s also quite a lot of fun. The one extra that everybody will click on, Lee’s “Tit E Cam”, is just a bit embarrassing, with the drummer swearily exhorting the ladies in the crowd to whip their tops off – and very few responding.
