The release of Motorhead‘s humpteenth studio album, Aftershock, provides Porky with the ideal opportunity to inform people (and other animals) that Lemmy and his mob are the only listenable hard rock band around . It’s a naughty way of dissing this outmoded, and generally tuneless, genre.
Porky’s exception is due to the tongue-in-cheek nature of Lemmy’s lyrics, and their knowledge of blues, 50’s rock’n’roll and even punk.
It’s a din, still, but a glorious din at that.
Truth be though, the Motorhead modus operandi has been flogged to death and Aftershock is essentially the same chicken breast and cabbage that mother dished up last week. Throw on more salt and pepper and no-one will be complaining.
Lemmy, Phil Campbell and Mikkey Dee hit the traps quick, the opener Heartbreaker being as loud and edgy as anything I’ve heard from them in decades, and it’s followed by the equally high-volume, fully-flavoured Coup de Grace. Lost Woman Blues is a detour from the ear-piercing, throat-burning deliveries of the first seven minutes and reveals the ‘Heads love of blues music, and the unique way they can incorporate it on the album.
Lemmy also has some of the best lines in rock’n’roll: “Don’t know what I did last night, but I sure did it good,” on the kick-ass charged-up Do You Believe, or “Give us the time, and we’ll do the crime,” on one of the standouts, Going to Mexico, a road tale that could suitably feature on Sons of Anarchy: The Movie.
Lemmy’s tale of a femme fatale on Queen of the Damned is a classic story of a woman scorned, and no man is a match: “Claws that are sharp, she’ll tear you apart/ Make you into food for the crows.”
The attitude is back, and if this was to be the final ever Motorhead album – an unlikely scenario even though Lemmy is of pensionable age – it would be an immense way to sign off.