File under “things I never thought I’d hear:” Anal Cunt covering Buckckcherry. But apparently now-deceased Anal Cunt frontman Seth Putnam (R.I.P.) was actually a huge Buckcherry fan. Check out this January 2011 interview from Brave Words & Bloody Knuckles:

Q: Fuckin A’ is a straight cock rock glam album… have you always been interested in sleazy glam Sunset Strip music?

A: “We were backstage on tour in 1996 and (guitarist) Josh Martin and I had the idea. We thought of calling the band Fuckin’ A. it’s been on the back burner for like 14 years. I saw MÖTLEY CRÜE in 1984 when they opened for OZZY OSBOURNE on the Shout At The Devil tour. And I liked the second BUCKCHERRY album a lot. I really like the first two Mötley Crüe albums. During a 2001 tour, we bought the second Buckcherry album on tour and listened to it. We’d start listening to it and do a bunch of crystal meth and crank it in the van. It would get us all psyched up to go on stage. The bad songs on Buckcherry albums are really good. In Japan in 2004 we’d crank Buckcherry on headphones and were doing crystal meth the whole time. Every other album Buckcherry has done is pretty terrible. The third album has one good song. The first album isn’t that good. The Buckcherry songs I really like are ‘Whiskey In The Morning’, and ‘Ridin’’.”

So, uh… there you go: Buckcherry, great for doing crystal meth to. Here’s Anal Cunt covering “Whiskey in the Morning.”

-VN

Reader John Schwarz alerted us to the existence of the Epicenter Festival, and if you told me that the show’s bookers designed it specifically to make sure that no one from MetalSucks attended, well, I’d believe it. Look at this shitfest:

There are a handful of insanely popular, maddeningly terrible modern rock acts not on the bill — Nickelback, Korn, Linkin Park, Godsmack, Creed, and Hinder all come to mind — which is too bad, because if they were playing this fest, we’d be like one major earthquake away from being done with some of the worst bands in the history of sound. The only good news about this thing’s existence is that it has made me aware of several awful bands I didn’t previously know, so that now if anyone is ever like “Hey, wanna check out Skillet?”, I can respond, “Couldn’t you just hammer a rusty nail into my penis instead?”

-AR

On February 15th, the Jagermeister Music Tour featuring All That Remains, Buckcherry and Hellyeah rolled through NYC’s Best Buy Theater. Gary Suarez published his controversial but hilarious thoughts on the show shortly thereafter, and now it’s Jacqueline Cheng’s turn… with her lens. One comment from the peanut gallery, then the pics: ATR frontman Phil Labonte has an American Flag tattooed on his entire upper right arm with “Liberty” spelled out in gothic lettering down the length of his tricep. Are you kidding me? Who the fuck is this guy?

Anyway, the pics:

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So as part of the promotional efforts for the current Jagermeister Music Tour with Buckcherry, All That Remains, Hellyeah, and The Damned Things, a video has been posted in which Vinnie Paul gives a… uh… well, a tour of his tour bus. Sorry, I couldn’t think of a more elegant way to say that.

ANYWAY, Paul says he believes the bus should be “a nightclub on wheels,” and depending on how you feel about that statement, you will either find his bus to be incredibly awesome or incredibly tacky. Personally, I think it’s a little bit of both; it must be nice to be able to afford such a monstrosity, and I’d probably be a little disappointed if Paul’s vehicle of choice wasn’t somewhat outlandish… but on the other hand… uhhhh, really, dude?

By the way, I know that Gary Suarez already took this tour to task for its incredible amount of product placement, but if you do a shot every time Vinnie says “Jagermeister,” you will be very, very drunk by the end of this video. Did the makers of this video seriously think we’d forget the product they’re pushing, even with their logo in the corner the entire time?

-AR

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The unbearable brutality of winter (and the company of a damn good woman) drove me indoors for much of these past couple of months. Having not seen a single band live since December, I grew restless and twitchy on my Egyptian cotton sheets. I was born to rock, and with the snow finally melting, I seized the oh-so-golden opportunity to catch the Jägermeister Music Tour, which featured Buckcherry in the headlining slot with support from Hellyeah, All That Remains, and The Damned Things.

For some people, this might seem like a fun night out. But not for me. I was desperate.

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Next year’s early contribution to drunk driving accidents and teen pregnancy will come in the form of a headlining tour from Buckcherry, with support in the form of All That Remains (Making their conversion from metal to radio rock official — eat that, Atreyu!), Hellyeah, and The Damned Things.

I know that Vince is a Buckcherry fan, but they always seemed like GN’R Lite to me (vocalist Josh Todd and guitarist Keith Nelson were even in Velvet Revolver for ten seconds — Nelson retains a songwriting credit on the VR track “Dirty Little Thing”). I think I’ve made my feelings about All That Remains and Hellyeah pretty clear on this site before, but in case you wandered here via a search engine, please allow me to reiterate that the facts that I’m not inbred and I expect my singers to be able to sing disqualifies me from joining these bands’ respective fan clubs. And I want to like The Damned Things because of the presence of the Every Time I Have Anthrax dudes, but I also want to understand the appeal of Glee because Jane Lynch was really funny in The 40 Year Old Virgin, and it just doesn’t seem to be in the cards for me.

So this isn’t as lousy as, say, a Hinder tour, but, yeah, I’m gonna pass, thanks.

If you disagree with me, you can get dates here.

-AR

The Smoking Gun has posted a list of the per-gig earnings of some of the highest paid artists that toured this year, and a number them may interest you, our beloved Suckalos.

It will shock absolutely no one to learn that Kiss are number two on the list, and take home $500,000 a night, or that radio stalwarts Buckcherry and Shinedown respectively earn $100,000 and $85,000 per performance.

More surprising, to me at least, is that Bret Michaels gets $64,000 a night even without Poison (which means all those reality show appearances are good for something!), and that Warrant — FUCKING WARRANT — get $12,000 per show. I know $12,000/gig probably doesn’t seem like much when you consider what Kiss is getting, but I can assure you that it’s wwwwwaaaaayyyyyy more than pretty much all of your favorite metal bands are earning (unless you exclusively listen to Metallica or Korn or whatever). And that’s for a band who haven’t had a hit in two decades, and who are currently touring without their original singer, who also happens to be their most recognizable member.

The moral of the story, I guess, is that it pays to have a radio hit. As long as there’s someone who wants to hear “Cherry Pie” and “Heaven” live, Warrant will be richer than you.

Look at the complete list here.

-AR

[via Gun Shy Assassin]

I love reading groupie biographies. It’s sort of a hobby of mine. I’ve read everyone’s, from Pamela Des Barres to Catherine James to Marianne Faithfull (she counts), and am eagerly awaiting the memoirs of Cherry Vanilla, the woman who heroically blew half of New York to get David Bowie on the radio. Some women go sexually apeshit on rock stars, others enjoy reading about it while maintaining a happily gonorrhea-free existence. It’s just how it goes.

When I first heard of The Last Living Slut: Born in Iran, Bred Backstage, I was rather intrigued. Mind you, I had some preconceptions because of the key words: “slut” and “Iran.” It’s one thing to fuck everyone from Autograph to Winger and write about it, but controversy for the sake of controversy is quite another beast (with two backs, har har).

Though I tried to brush off the combination of these topics as calculated edginess, I couldn’t help but soften to Ms. Roxana Shirazi. Her story runs the gamut from depressingly sad (getting bullied in middle school for being a foreigner) to hilarious (watching as Matt Sorum interrupts himself during a threesome to do push-ups because he’s in ‘such good shape”) to horrifying (falling in love with Dizzy Reed and having to abort his baby). Everything aside, she’s just a girl who loves her rock’n’roll. Naked or otherwise.

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After the 2009 edition of Rocklahoma – a.k.a. the Wacken of Hair Metal – turned out to be an epic fail,  it was announced that AEG live, “the world’s largest producer of music festivals,” had been put in charge of “revamping” the fest for the 2010 version – including helping with “talent booking.” At the time, I suggested that this might be code for “no more hair metal bands,” and as it turns out,  I was right. Here’s the line-up for this year’s fest, in nifty poster form (via Bring Back Glam):

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Vince really likes Buckcherry, but I’ve never gotten into any of their songs that aren’t the big hits – namely, “Lit Up” (a.k.a. “the one about cocaine”) and “Crazy Bitch” (a.k.a. “the one about fucking”). Like so many bands that hoped to be the Appetite-era Guns N’ Roses of the late 20th/early 21st century, Buckcherry always just felt like they were trying way too hard to prove what a bunch of bad-asses they are. GN’R never actually used the words “cocaine” or “heroin” in a song – Buckcherry’s biggest hit finds them shouting “I LOVE THE COCAINE! I LOVE THE COCAINE!” In case anyone doubted that they were the real deal. Puh-lease.

So. Former Buckcherry bassist JB Brightman has a new band, Black Robot, and – no shock here – it’s readily apparent that they want to be AC/DC. If you’re one of those people who unironically loves retro-hard rawk that has no sense of originality whatsoever, then you will probably dig this band. And whatever you do, stay away from Loudermilk and Manmade God – bands that actually make excellent, original hard rock.

And, hey, guess what? Black Robot covered Clapton’s “Cocaine!” How original! How shocking! What a bunch of bad-asses! Now I can finally burn my copy of Appetite for Destruction!

Barf.

-AR

All is not lost in the world of metal; in fact, this past week brought some nice surprises, along with the usual mish-mash of shitty radio rock bands. Last week’s sales numbers, with our usual sardonic commentary, after the jump. (Hint: look at the tags below, and click “read more” if any of those bands interest you!).

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Nikki Sixx’s side project, SIXX: A.M., have just released a video for the track “Tomorrow” from their critically acclaimed album The Heroin Diaries. For those of you who have been living under a rock, The Heroin Diaries is a soundtrack to Sixx’s autobiography of the same name – sort of like how Saints of Los Angeles is a soundtrack “loosely” based on the Motley Crüe book The Dirt, except not exactly. Hey, remember when metal bands just made music based on, umm, music? Was there an Operation Mindcrime or Songs from the Elder book that I somehow missed? Anyway, The Heroin Diaries is actually a pretty solid album (and the book was fucking amazing), and I am looking forward to seeing SIXX: A.M., along with the Crüe, Buckcherry, et al., when they are in town next week with Crüe Fest. As far as the video for “Tomorrow” goes, it’s pretty much your standard “Hey, we’re on stage rocking your shit! Hey, and now we’re hanging out backstage and having fun!” type of thing. Oh, and if you can correctly identify how many tattoos the band collectively has, there might just be a prize in it for you. Can you say, “MetalSucks condom?”

-MSR

As the southern shores of the Texas coast were being relentlessly hammered by Hurricane Dolly, a storm of a different sort slammed its way into the Alamo City last Wednesday. Maybe those long traffic lines heading out of Padre Island earlier in the week were actually Crue fans making their way to San Antonio to catch the first annual Cruefest featuring Trapt, Sixx AM, Papa Roach, Buckcherry, and that notorious whirlwind of destruction known as Motley Crue.

It would be the first time for this Old Fart to witness the Crue since their glory days of corpsepaint and titties known as the Shout at the Devil tour way back in 1983. (See Dorks Love Metal! for more hilarity.) I had fallen out of man-love with the band right around the Dr. Feelgood-era so I was not really sure if I would enjoy myself or not. I am happy to report: CRUE FUCKIN’ ROCKS!!

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Buckcherry have a history of releasing controversial and insanely catchy first singles, and their latest effort “Too Drunk To Fuck” (download here) is no different. While “Too Drunk…” (as the PG version is called) doesn’t have the same “holy shit I need to hear this again right now” factor of “Lit Up” or “Crazy Bitch,” — the lead singles from Buckcherry and 15 respectively — it’s a catchy, bluesy rocker that will no doubt light up radio request lines across the country. Of course, it’s got some pretty racy (and funny) lyrics too, but I’m wondering why the video features a huggable fat dude instead of naked strippers. Hey, guys: boobs sell records! The unit-shifting power of drunk fat dudes remains to be proven, though Blues Traveler did manage to sell a bajillion records… so there goes that theory.

ANWAY, the track comes off of their new album Black Butterfly, slated to be released September 16. After the Cinderella story that was the success of the all-around phenomenal 15, will Black Butterfly deliver another smash for a band that everyone left for dead just 2 years ago? Check out the new video below.

-VN

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So the new Motley Crue album has a release date; Saints of Los Angeles (listen to the title track and first single at Motley’s MySpace and watch the video here) will hit the shelves on June 17th on the band’s own Motley Records. As expected, the band announced in a press conference yesterday that they will embark on a 40-date U.S. Amphitheater tour dubbed Cruefest, also featuring Buckcherry, Papa Roach, Trapt and Sixx A.M. Two of those bands make me puke; you decide which.

From what I can tell there was no mention of the rumors that Crue signed a $100-$150 million all-encompassing deal with touring giants Live Nation.

The new album is supposedly a concept piece following the same storyline as the band’s best-selling memoir The Dirt, a book which probably ranks among my Top 5 reads ever (seriously!). Will Sixx be able to strike lightning twice, having already released a concept album in 2007 about his own struggles with addiction, or is the new album just an excuse to tour that will suck and be completely irrelevant?

We haven’t led you astray yet, right? So far our rumors for Rocklahoma have turned into realities, with the exception of our Motley Crue Sunday headliner prediction which hasn’t yet been announced, but we’ll get to that in a moment.

The same anonymous tipster who correctly told us that Extreme, Tesla, Kix and many others would be announced for Rocklahoma has just alerted us that Sammy Hagar will be filling the final Friday spot. Woah! No word on whether ex-Van Halen and The Other Half bassist Michael Anthony will be playing with him or not.

In addition to that, Motley Crue, Buckcherry and Drowning Pool (which our tipster mis-spelled as Frowning Pool. Intentional or not, I love that typo) will be teaming up for a U.S. Summer tour, and the tour will make a stop at Rocklahoma to fill the remaining empty Sunday slots.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it. And now back to your usual Saturday stoniness…

-VN