Tarot cards, a ouija board and a demonic pottery candleholder: the deluxe version of Mötley Crüe's best album is an OTT wonder

Mötley Crüe's glam-metal foundation stone Shout At The Devil gets the luxury 40th-anniversary treatment

Mötley Crüe: Shout At The Devil (40th Anniversary) cover art
(Image: © BMG)

You can trust Louder Our experienced team has worked for some of the biggest brands in music. From testing headphones to reviewing albums, our experts aim to create reviews you can trust. Find out more about how we review.

The fact that Mötley Crüe's second and greatest album has been reissued more often than Tommy Lee has whipped out his dong on stage doesn't diminish its pouting satanic panic-inducing glory. Looks That Kill, the title track and the killer Too Young To Fall In Love mark the point where early-80s metal transformed into Sunset Strip glam, while even their ham-fisted version of The Beatles' Helter Skelter captures the death-or-glory self-delusion that helped turn the Crüe into superstars. 

The basic version of this 40th-anniversary edition adds an extra disc of rough-arsed but exhilarating demos – including early versions of album out-takes Black Widow and Hotter Than Hell, aka Louder Than Hell – that reveal their rough-arsed punk roots. 

It's the blockbusting super-deluxe version, a full six inches deep, that brings the "Wow". This tombstone-sized box houses all the Crüeabilia any devotee with a spare £150-plus would want. Splatter-coloured vinyl of the original albums and the demo disc are complemented by replica seven-inchers of Looks That Kill and Shout At The Devil, plus trinkets that lean into the parent-baiting occult shtick of the original release: tarot cards, a (paper) ouija board, a demonic pottery candleholder.

OTT? Of course. But then OTT was what Mötley Crüe always did best.

Dave Everley

Dave Everley has been writing about and occasionally humming along to music since the early 90s. During that time, he has been Deputy Editor on Kerrang! and Classic Rock, Associate Editor on Q magazine and staff writer/tea boy on Raw, not necessarily in that order. He has written for Metal Hammer, Louder, Prog, the Observer, Select, Mojo, the Evening Standard and the totally legendary Ultrakill. He is still waiting for Billy Gibbons to send him a bottle of hot sauce he was promised several years ago.