Piston, the lead singer for a Guns 'N' Roses clone band, is making an all-out assault on the ears (and rears) of the band's groupies, all of whom would do anything to get next to their idols - except one: Nikki Wilde, a shy fan who dies a little inside every time Piston (Petey Balls) swings with the other babes.  In the meantime, she and her gal-pal (Madison, very wildly decked out in spiked leathers) make soulful sounds of their own by strapping on a certain non-musical instrument.

While Nikki's innocence eventually wins over Piston's love, there's much partying to be had first.  Bionca, for instance, warms up the band with a pre-show, round-robin blowjob that really smokes, but the orgy afterwards drags on longer than a triple album from Metallica.  If this production had the same loving attention paid to the story and characters as it did to the exciting live rock club sets, it could have been adult's answer to Spinal Tap.  Instead, it's an above-average gig.