This article originally appeared in the January 1990 print edition of SPIN.
If it was a B-movie, this installment of the Mötley Crüe saga would be entitled “Tweaked-out Thrill Freaks Escape from Planet Krell.” Clean and sober for their first time in a decade together, the Crüe are on tour and on top of the world.
“If that’s our plane, Fish-dog, I’m takin’ a cab to Stockholm,” blurts Crüe guitarist Mick Mars from the back of the airport bus. We lurch to a stop on the tarmac next to a small Fokker turboprop with a big bumblebee painted on the side.
“It’s all I could get, dude,” smoothes tour manager
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