Classic Review: Shout at the Devil

I feel like eventually I had to write about some albums that shaped me not only into the fan of music I am, but the person I am today. Albums that showed me what an album and music in general could be, outside of the radio music I was inundated with at that age. When you’re young and first finding who you are, music can have a profound and long-lasting effect on you. Shout at the Devil was just such an album.

I discovered it at the time when I was first beginning to get into heavy music. From the intro “In the Beginning” which is very lame in hindsight, which leads directly into the absolutely killer title track, I was instantly hooked. You can’t shed enough love on that main riff of “Shout.” It’s just so iconic.

This album is filled to the brim with killer riffs. “Looks that Kill,” “Red Hot,” “Knock ‘Em Dead, Kid.” Banger, after banger, after banger. Guitarist Mick Mars was absolutely not fucking around here. He was out for blood, and he got it. I can’t praise drummer Tommy Lee enough for his drumming here. It’s so easily recognizable, even if you aren’t a drummer. You just know that’s Tommy Lee playing. Especially on that legendary intro to “Too Young to Fall In Love,” which blew my young, naive mind.

I could go on about this album musically, but it was so much more for me than that. One look at the cover of these glammed-out, flamboyant dudes and I knew this was going to be my band. They look like girls, but there was something undeniably macho about this band. The combination of the look and the songs made me an obsessor of the Crue, which lasted for many, many years.

I must have read their autobiography The Dirt at least 10 times in high school. I jammed a cassette copy of Too Fast for Love until it stopped working. You can only imagine what an experience it was for me when I finally got to see them live on their farewell tour. A very cathartic experience for such a longtime fan.

I just can’t praise this album enough. It did so much for me at a young age; it instilled in me a deep love for a great riff and it was an outlet for my teenage angst and frustration. I don’t listen to these guys as much if I’m not drinking Jack Daniels these days, but there will always be a deep love for the Crue in my cold, black heart.

Shout at the Devil gets an obvious and unbiased 5/5 from me. KNOCK ‘EM DEAD KID


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