It’s a shooting fish in a barrel kind of week here on Broken Records for Steve and Remfry, as their search for the worst record in history has brought them into contact with one of their least favourite bands of all time; LA glam metal morons Mötley Crüe and their 1997 “comeback” album Generation Swine.
The 90’s wasn’t the best time for the 80’s hair metal scene, most of them just vanished or tried to reinvent themselves in a grunge or alternative style. But none of them had it quite so hard as Motley Crue, who lost vocalist Vince Neil, released a self-titled album that everyone ignored in 1994 with a bloke named John Corabi and then desperately flailed about trying to create a follow up. Producer Bob Rock, the only man to make the band sound half decent ever, was canned and replaced by a bloke who closed a door on a Melvins album, Corabi quit, sick of being constantly undermined by the label and production team, leaving the band to have to go crawling back to a disinterested Vince Neil and have him sing songs written for someone else. The result is a confusing mish mash of the type of dunderheaded hard rock typical Mötley Crüe and some desperate attempts to ape the sound of the zeitgeist. Albeit the zeitgeist of three years previous. It’s not the worst, but, hold tight, as at the end of Generation Swine lives a song so terrible, so mind meltingly atrocious, so unfathomably abysmal that our hosts cannot even find the words to describe it. Dare you listen to… Brandon?!
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