HOME: Live wire.

AGE: Too young to fall in love (...yeah, right).

PROFESSION: Public enemies; degenerates; bastards.

HOBBIES: Shouting at the devil; knockin’ ’em dead; lookin’ for a piece of a--ction; looking ridiculous; butchering old Beatles songs; riding the merry-go-round to the top; studying the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

LAST BOOK READ: Looks That Kill by Phyllis Diller.

LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Making David Lee Roth look positively tasteful.

QUOTE: “Everybody’s kinky. We’re just admitting we’re sick.”

PROFILE: The “boys” in Motley Crue gigged around L.A. for years, continuously being voted “L.A.’s Worst Band” by a local mag, and being slagged by local critics. Still, these lovelies persevered, terrorized Canada, and recently rode to the top of the HM heap by playing tunes high on the metalasm scale and dressing like the kind of girls they want to meet backstage! (How’d ya like to wake up next to one of these honeys?)

BEER: Boy Howdy!