Kiss and Mötley Crüe - Cruzan Amphitheatre, West Palm Beach - July 27
Slideshow of Mötley Crüe and Kiss performing at Cruzan Amphitheatre
Nikki Sixx talks Lady Gaga and Elton John
Kiss Superfan and String Strangler Juan Montoya on His Band of Choice
Back in, like, 1989, when Ozzy was biting the heads off of bats and Nikki Sixx was shooting up heroin and leaving a trail of destroyed hotel rooms in his wake, we wondered how rock bands of the future would ever top this era of decadence.
We needn't have worried. After hair bands became parodies of themselves and Nirvana ushered in a new era of serious rock, music took a detour into a more self-conscious world of boy bands, indie rockers, and shoegazers.This left plenty of room for Kiss, Crüe, and others of their ilk to return and give us something we need every once in a while: a fuckin' spectacle.
We knew it was going to be a killer night even from the parking lot, where a sherbet-colored sunset lit up the cloudless sky, tailgating strangers shared beer, and a group of dudes in pink spandex, black pleather pants, wigs, and headbands jogged past us up to the gate.
Yes, Vince Neil has a little pot belly, and he doesn't skip across the stage quite as fast as he used to, but on the whole, the Crüe were pretty energetic as they steamed through their greatest hits. Among them were "Home Sweet Home," "Live Wire," "Shout at the Devil," "Girls, Girls, Girls," and "Kickstart My Heart."
Nikki told the crowd about a fan he'd met outside of his hotel who had seen the band 117 times. "This place is fuckin' awesome!" he declared, and then, "Help me burn this fuckin' place down!"
Tommy Lee did a raging drum solo on the same kit he's been using for a few years. He rolled around on his 360 drum roller coaster. He declared "This is the most fun I've ever had with my clothes on!" and then invited a fan named Randy to get strapped on the back and ride with him. "Put your goddamn hands together, motherfuckers!"