"Our music is going to haunt you for the rest of their lives," Sixx said the full house of about 15,000 fans.
Out on their Farewell Tour officially proclaimed, the Crüe seemed to be on a mission to give something memorable Saturday - if not from the same batch of songs that the band has been playing for the last decade plus, at least from constant barrage of pyrotechnics that were almost wild and strong enough to make the kind of flashbacks veterans suffer.
Actually calling it quits
the latest and apparently last out of the bad guys in the 1980s was pretty hair-boy band really just turned the usual amenities of a Crüe show up 11. More pyro. More F-bombs. More visual effects (including a platform shaped pentagram of enlightenment). More minutes where Lee hanging upside down on the crowd at his drum kit. Most times the crowd winced at distant voice of singer Vince Neil devastated.
Neil squawking aside - and it actually was not as bad as some other recent tours - the quartet put on a good outcome, thus suggesting that the band is calling it quits and really wanted to go out on a high note (although we could still get a second go-round on this tour next year).
The nostalgic veteran hair-band
there was a little extra heat for the second song, "Live Wire", beyond the towering flames shooting from the stage. There was a bit of swagger and the extra energy two songs later in "Looks That Kill", beyond the shapely female dancers rotating backlit boxes above Lee's drum kit. When they reached the end of "Home Sweet Home" for almost two hours, there was a high air to the nostalgic ballad, beyond the fact that they brought in a second stage rose 50 feet above the crowd.
There was even an extra trace of sentimentality in Lee's voice during his long battery only when - after his kit turned upside down on a roller coaster track similar to the crowd at the opposite end of the arena - mentioned his St. Paul Dad Criado, David Bass.
"He gave a lot of his life to let me do my drum," Lee said.
Before long aero-head Lee and another segment solo by guitarist Mick Mars - visibly suffers from an arthritic condition, but seemed a little quicker than he has in recent times - the Crüe really began to work musically, tearing the way- oldie "Too Young to Fall in Love" before one-two pre-encore of "Girls, Girls, Girls" and "kickstart My Heart".
"We are not so young," he joked after Neil "Too Young to Fall in Love". That was the only income if not the only indicator of the band members are not live wires they used to be, but showed enough spark to call a fine farewell.
Ceremony Saturday opening, Alice Cooper, one of the inspirations of CRUE, provided strong evidence can still put on a great show hard rock well in his 60s (his nearly four decades of sobriety, certainly, gave an advantage over the Crüe).
The king of shock-rock raised in Detroit, was able to squeeze his usual theatrics in his abbreviated set, including his guillotine decapitation and serenade straitjacket. More impressively, he brought the crowd nearly full-full and early to get to his feet while singing with enthusiasm and pranced around coldly through "I'm eighteen", "Billion Dollar Babies" and the final "out of school. “There is still much to learn from ol 'Alice.
