Tour Buzz

TWICE YOU GO BLACK: I’m not sure we needed The Darkness to reunite. The British hair-metal band is fun, but they were the product of a time, and that time was 2003. Today, we’ve got Steel Panther doing the “are these guys fucking serious?” heavy metal-homage thing, and The Darkness seems worse than quaint. Case in point: The gang at Pitchfork, never ones to miss an opportunity to mock big hair, haven’t even bothered to make fun of Darkness singer Justin Hawkins since 2009. Still, there are those among us who “believe in a thing called love” and a rock called buttrock. For those stalwarts and anyone else who’s been dying to wear striped spandex to a casino, the House of Blues proudly presents The Darkness on Feb. 17 ($22.50).

SONGZ BUZZ: It’s going to be one big-assed renaissance year for rapper/singer-songwriter Trey Songz, who performs at the Pearl on Feb. 18 ($71). In a Jan. 27 interview with Billboard’s Jason Lipshutz, Songz says that he’s this close to finishing his fifth album (Chapter V), and that he’s set to make his acting debut in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D, due this October. Something tells me that he’ll mention these things a few times during the Pearl show.

NOW ON SALE: Eddie Vedder, I always knew you were a sellout. I don’t know if you remember Vedder from the 1990s; I personally haven’t seen him since the day he gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady’s breast, but that’s neither here nor there. As a writer, I’m obligated to tell you of the following: Eddie Vedder is playing two solo shows at the aptly named Pearl on April 10-11; both dates are sold out; and Vegas is one of only 13 cities on this solo tour. If any tickets should shake loose before show day they’ll be $91. Swell Season’s Glen Hansard opens.

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Mötley Crüe


Mötley Crüe

By Cindi Reed

The Crüe made a big deal about all the spectacular things they could do with their Hard Rock residency (which runs through Feb. 19) that they couldn’t do when lugging sets on tour. So did they deliver? Sort of. The aerial silk performers were cool; the pyrotechnics were plenty; Tommy Lee’s much-vaunted drumcoaster was neat (although they’d managed to lug a similar one on their last tour); and it was fun to see Vince Neil swoop in from the balcony (kind of like what Cher did back at the Colosseum). But for all this talk of “taking on Sin City,” I expected more.