Mötley Crüe

The boys are back. Well, almost, Tommy Lee has gone on to pursue lesser (seriously) musical projects and Randy Castillo (ex-Ozzy drummer, scary looking dude) has replaced him. It's unfortunate for the Crüe, since Tommy's drumming was always a pleasure to listen to. Musically, the crew has put together a bunch of songs that will go in one ear and out the other. Gone are the days of the catchy choruses and the big riffs, and instead a collection of forgettable rock songs remains. Lyrically, things are only getting worse. Of course it's all about sex, but we get one song about sex and computers, and the word "underage" pops up one too many times on the album for my liking. It seems Mötley Crüe is still rocking out because they want to and love to; you can't get down on them for that. I'm sure they don't want to keep playing the classics forever, but man, the past few albums have really been a downer.