Post One Hundred Four: Sixx A.M.

So I got roped into buying Sixx A.M.'s The Heroin Diaries by a friend of mine who happens to be the biggest Nikki Sixx fan in the world. This is the soundtrack to Sixx's upcoming book by the same name, chronicling his addicition to heroin and recovery.

The album sucks.

Okay, that's a little strong. It doesn't quite . . .

No, fuck it. Let's be honest. It sucks. It's ballad after ballad after whiny-assed ballad that bitches and moans about his addiction to and getting off the smack. This is a girl's rock album. There is barely anything up-tempo about it. The closest Sixx and Co. come is with "Pray for Me," and even that ain't so catchy.

Love 'em, hate 'em, or just like 'em (as in my case), one thing nobody can deny is that the Crue could produce a memorable hook. Why can't Sixx write music for projects that are on the same level as Motley? Is he used up? Is it because he isn't shooting up on a regular basis? God forbid, but it just may be that the talentless can come up with a good riff by sticking a needle in their arm.

I have no doubt that the book will make for an entertaining read. But Jesus, this album is a beating.

Rating: **/10 stars