Better than: Jon Bon Jovi's solo show at the Hard Rock on Thursday.
Slideshow of Mötley Crüe and Kiss performing at Cruzan Amphitheatre
Nikki Sixx talks Lady Gaga and Elton John
Kiss Superfan and String Strangler Juan Montoya on His Band of Choice
Back in, like, 1989, when Ozzy was biting the heads off of bats and Nikki Sixx was shooting up heroin and leaving a trail of destroyed hotel rooms in his wake, we wondered how rock bands of the future would ever top this era of decadence.
We needn't have worried. After hair bands became parodies of themselves and Nirvana ushered in a new era of serious rock, music took a detour into a more self-conscious world of boy bands, indie rockers, and shoegazers.This left plenty of room for Kiss, Crüe, and others of their ilk to return and give us something we need every once in a while: a fuckin' spectacle.
We knew it was going to be a killer night even from the parking lot, where a sherbet-colored sunset lit up the cloudless sky, tailgating strangers shared beer, and a group of dudes in pink spandex, black pleather pants, wigs, and headbands jogged past us up to the gate.