ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED ON APRIL 1, 1999 By Steve Newton So why would I want to go see Mötley Crüe when I don’t even care for its juvenile brand of exploitative crotch-rock? Good question. Maybe it was because I wanted one last look at the unseemly underbelly of ’80s rock, one last wander through that wasteland … Continue reading Mötley Crüe’s scuzzy antics in Vancouver make the Newt pine for Brownsville Station