Mötley Crüe: Entertainment Centre, Sydney

THAT T'CRÜE'S latest single, 'Kickstart My Heart', is from the title down a towering work of dumbo rockin' genius must surely be unarguable. Like Guns 'N Roses' mighty 'Paradise City', it's an exercise in serving up rampant cliché as absolute gospel. You are dared to laugh. And you do, of course, because it's all so patently, and at least a little gloriously, ridiculous. Naturally, the four empty-headed oiks making the racket don't know this. They think it's real life. (They f***in' do, I've interviewed one of them.) This self-delusion is desperately important. Metal would be thoroughly lost without it. Imagine Jon Bon Jovi without his love for, and dedicated living of, the rock'n'roll dream. Imagine Jon Bon Jovi trying to survive on music alone. It all works because the fans choose, for reasons that remain a mystery, to believe in it all.