Mötley Crüe | The Dirt |
It's the new rock'n'roll you know . . . books about rock'n'roll. Bizarre huh? The last Mötley Crüe album, good as it was, sold about four copies. The Dirt however, is whipping off the shelves of bookstores in its millions! The only explanation is that there's a nostalgia for nostalgia. Anyway, the bonus in all this nostalgia is that The Dirt is one of the great rock stories of our time. Well written every step of the way with contributions from all who should be contributing, The Dirt wins at every twist of the knife. Nikki Sixx lends himself more to its telling than the others, but it certainly brought to light a few things I never knew before. Mick Mars is not just weird, he's also sick - very sick. Tommy the L.O.V.E. Machine is just a little boy looking for true romance. Vince has had some hard times, but the worst of which was heartbreakingly not self inflicted. Then there's Nikki: As with all ringleaders, he's just a man looking for himself on the oddest of planets. So why does The Dirt succeed where hundreds of others fail? Well, apart from being more addictive than the shit they shoved up their noses for ten years, there's nothing quite so enthralling as grown men being honest about life - and The Dirt dishes out honesty by the truckload. :: Sion Smith |