Motörhead
Motörizer

THE REVIEW

Motörhead don't exist just to make records all the same since 1977, but also to remind us all that there's a fire and this fire is called rock'n'roll.

Lemmy & co. arrive in 2008 after a tour as long as Eternity that missed only the North Pole (but they're working on it) and my town, and they arrive with the usual speed metal, the usual rock'n'roll tinged with blues, dirty and rough, with a voice destroyed and sharp as a rusty razor, with a guitar ridiculously powerful, with drums that seem like a tank as fast as a Ferrari.

Motörhead have reached Motörizer and they still make the hairs on your legs stand on end like a shot of whiskey, they are always haughty, put on airs and play from a pedestal which we'll call the Olympus of Rock, stained with Lemmy's yellow nicotine spit. So when Runaround Man starts, it's nothing new, but it's like coming home, damn it, a sigh of relief knowing that Motörhead have been doing the same things for thirty years.

Midway through the album, after the heavy and psychedelic hard rock of One Shot Life, there's Buried Alive, surely the best track on the album, which compels you to turn up the volume on your stereo until it makes your ears bleed. There’s also the inevitable rock'n'roll of English Rose and the feeling is that you’ve stayed in the 70s, all beer and chicks. The slowness of Heroes brings back the good times of Bastards and the heavy metal of The Thousand Names Of God closes the album with the certainty of dealing with a band that always does the same things, but does them better than the others.