During verses, he often failed to project over the din of his mates. Watching Neil trudge around was almost as uncomfortable as listening to him try to sing. DeVille performs with Poison during the Stadium Tour at Wrigley Field, a tour that also includes Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. Mötley Crüe’s bash-and-crash approach also functioned as a camouflage for Vince Neil’s screeching vocals, which have seen much better days. They slowed down several well-known songs, including a deflated “Don’t Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)” and dulled “Looks That Kill.” And they suffocated the sass, sleaze and sway out of music that once threatened to give bystanders a transmissible disease if they got too close. The duo repeatedly generated a muddy, bass-dominant rumble that devoured the contours of songs and saturated the mix with an indistinct sameness. If anything, his instrumentalist cohorts, drummer Tommy Lee and bassist Nikki Sixx, overplayed. Primarily sticking to the shadows, Mars executed his parts with a competency that frequently served as the glue that held tunes together.
Thin, pale, and quiet, he still resembles a vampire that just awoke in a coffin. Ironically, the oldest member, guitarist Mick Mars, seems to have changed the least. But time has also taken a harsh toll on the band’s abilities. Understandably, the four original members who took the stage in the wake of an exaggerated intro punctuated by throat-choking clouds of sulfurous smoke no longer resemble their youthful bad-boy selves. In retrospect, perhaps Mötley Crüe should have reconsidered.
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