Snort! Hock! Ptooey! In all my years of concertgoing, I had never seen folks so excited to get spat upon. But a few years ago, in the front row at a Motley Crue gig in Washington, D.C., Sasquatchian bassist Nikki Sixx launched a massive loogie at his faithful fans . . . and darn if the ticket-buyers didn't relish his expectorate as if it were the Fountain of Youth. Oh, it was foul all right. But it also demonstrated that a Motley Crue show is unlike any other, the kind of vile, freaky, TOTALLY AWESOME!!! rock experience that doesn't happen much anymore. Even in their 40s and 50s, Sixx, singer Vince Neil, below, drummer Tommy Lee and guitarist Mick Mars are complete and utter heathens. But in a strange, shocking way, the Sunset Strip-born band is also totally worth the price of admission. So although the rest of today's Crue Fest bill is a little weak, I say go anyway, at least for the headliners. You won't be sorry. Plus, as a bonus, new album Saints of Los Angeles is surprisingly satisfying (see the review Sunday in Latitudes), so you can enjoy both the oldies and newbies. Oh, and if you're in the front row, you might want to wear a poncho.
Crue Fest, featuring Motley Crue, Buckcherry, Papa Roach, Sixx AM and Trapt, starts at 4 p.m. today. Ford Amphitheatre, Interstate 4 at U.S. 301 N, Tampa. $29.50-$95. (813) 740-2446.