Described as 'buzzsaw punk-metal' by some, Motorhead have always, since day one of this cranked up and dishevelled debut, kept the amps up to ten and the image greasy. This is a well-oiled beast, warts and all from Lemmy, the frontman who epitomises the sheer dirtiness and raw edge of metal, from his hammering bass lines to his rough, hoarse vocal style as he lurches up at the mic like some frothing serpent rising from the black waters of some gloomy abyss.Motorhead, one of the UK's finest...and believe me, there are many. An influence to so many artists and fans who've united over such a bulldozer of a sound. The debut album, and pretty much a great of the band's recorded output could best be described as being in a bomb-blast. Forget glossy production and effects, this is grimy, real and primal rock 'n' roll not for the faint-hearted.
'Motorhead', Iron Horse/Born To Lose', and 'White Line Fever' will leave you reaching out for your teeth that have just flown across the floor. This is proper sweaty, no-holds barred blitzkrieg booze brutality how it should be done.
7/10
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