In light of Mötley Crüe’s infamous penchant for bad behavior, you’d think trying to get a coherent performance out of them in the studio would be like trying to train a pack of hyenas as valet attendants.
It’s easy to picture the band members anointing the walls of Hollywood’s Cherokee Studios with liquor, spray paint, lighter fluid and various unsavory emissions as their hapless producer begs them to pick up their instruments and give Looks That Kill a run-through.
