If the title doesn’t give it away, let me spoil it for you right now. This is absolutely a puff piece about an album that seduced a twelve-year-old girl away from Madonna and Prince directly into the debauchery of Sunset Strip hair metal. I have been a Crue fan since the first time I saw the video for the single “Too Fast for Love.” When I went into the record store and found the cassette with that oh-so-naughty leather-clad crotch on the cover I was hooked. Being the child of rather strict parents the cover to that cassette was hidden very carefully in my room. I put the cassette into my walkman, went outside to sit and listen from the first note to the last, and I fell head over heels. Sure, they were raunchy, dirty, loud, and obnoxious, and that thrilled my rebellious little heart. It’s hard to write about Motley Crue without going through all their history and the radical changes that have taken place within the group but this is all about the first album, way before ‘The Dirt’ book, or movie. Way back when they were young and energetic, stoned, drunk, and belligerent, but hell-bent on finding success. When Nikki Sixx had finally found the lineup for the band that would break all the molds. With Sixx wielding his bass, Vince Neil’s iconic voice, Tommy Lee pounding the skins and Mick Mars making his guitar wail there was nothing holding them back. The Crue was set to take over the world, and they did! Even in 2017, Too Fast For Love was #22 on Rolling Stone’s 100 Greatest Metal Albums of All Time.