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 Death and taxes? Another sure thing you can add to that shortlist is that Motörhead will always be on hand to deliver a short, sharp dose of dirty noise. Now on their 20th LP, Motörhead have yet to relent on their quest to blow the minds and ears of their baying audience. Sticking to a strict schedule of an album every two years since 1996’s Overnight Sensation, the circus rolls on with reckless abandon and despite their advancing years you feel as if Motörhead will outlive us all.Lately, Lemmy appears to have been inducted into the Hall of Elder Statesmen. Fashionistas are wearing glittery Motörhead shirts without a trace of irony, both Slash and Dave Grohl have recruited him for their respective projects and his appearance in a surprisingly smooth Kronenburg advert has kept his profile high and introduced him to the younger set, brought up on a diet of pretenders to the throne. To many, Lemmy is the last bastion of rock and roll. If Nigel Tufnel had not set his amps to 11, you know Lemmy would have done it first. The World Is Yours won’t set the world alight with insightful lyrics or experimentation, but that isn’t what we’ve signed up for. This is an LP that just does not let up from the get go. Opener “Born To Lose”, echoing the sentiments of one their more famous couplets, is like a hammer to the face and in the right conditions would probably cause more damage to the recipient. “Hell is coming and it won’t be long” growls Lemmy right before a solo that could wake Cthulu from his deep slumber....full text |
| Guardian |
| In a rapidly changing world, few cardinal points are as fixed as Motörhead. And yet, for a band perennially re-running 1975, Lemmy, Phil and Mikkey are moving with the times. This umpteenth Motörhead album comes out in January on their own label; it is pre-released this month in a tie-in with Classic Rock magazine. There's even an app, although whether it will grow geeks enough hair to head-bang is another matter. The tunes? This is an uncommonly serious Motörhead outing, in which Lemmy sets aside fast living to wag his finger at mankind; "Brotherhood of Man" finds him sounding downright malevolent....full text |
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| "You wouldn't believe what it was like then," Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister recently informed a young journalist. "If you could go back, you wouldn't come back here." It's worth noting that the burnished and halcyon era to which he refers is 1975 – the year of race riots in Leeds, Margaret Thatcher's election to the leadership of the Conservative party, and 261 deaths in terrorist attacks related to the Troubles in Northern Ireland, in both mainland Britain and Northern Ireland itself. On the plus side, of course, you could smoke in pubs. Buy it from Buy the CD Download as MP3 Motörhead The World Is Yours EMI Music 2011 Notice is thus served of Lemmy's virulent dislike of the 21st century, a theme he returns to with some frequency during Motörhead's 20th album. "The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend … These days most things suck," he barks as the guitars rage on Get Back in Line, his mind presumably wistfully recalling a lost, better world in which Pol Pot had just seized power in Cambodia and Barbados by Typically Tropical was No 1. The mind fairly boggles at what he makes of the fact that The Wörld Is Yours first arrived, shortly before Christmas, not in your local record store, but your local newsagent, attached to the front of a special edition of Classic Rock magazine (only now is it getting a normal release). All those years on the frontline as the warty berserker of rock and they end up giving your album away in WH Smith. Still, he could console himself with the degree of loving research that had gone into Classic Rock's Motörhead special, which among its plethora of genuinely startling facts, dug up the first ever Motörhead interview. The journalist arrives to find their then-drummer slumped over his kit unconscious, and Lemmy trying to disguise their stolen amplifiers and protesting that he's "terrified" about their forthcoming debut gig. They don't sound like a band built to last, and yet, here they are 35 years on, in a substantially ruder degree of health than their beginnings, or indeed subsequent habits, might suggest. It's hard not to conclude that, in recent years at least, their success has depended as much on Lemmy's endlessly quotable interview persona as their albums, although for someone who clearly prides himself on handing out gruff common sense, there is at least one subject on which he seems to regularly spiral off into the realms of fantasy: Motörhead's music. To hear Lemmy tell it, their career has been an unending stream of artistic development and bold volte-faces, although to all but the most devoted fan they give every impression of being the musical equivalent of a multi-storey car park: wilfully ugly and brutal, cast in concrete in the 70s, entirely resistant to any attempts at beautification. No one who buys The Wörld Is Yours is going to do so in the hope of being surprised or baffled: these days Motörhead's musical appeal rests on their immutability. The double bass drums thud, the lyrics reference old hits ("no remorse!"), the author of Jailbait strikes yet another blow for strident feminism with a song called Bye Bye Bitch Bye Bye, and every vocal is delivered in Lemmy's phlegmy growl – except for Brotherhood of Man, on which he drops into a terrifying lower register, the better to deliver a song on which Lemmy in effect offers the entire human race out for a fight....full text |
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