They’re coming. In among the vikings, the folk metallers, the legends and the sensibly dressed, Motorhead are coming, and when I mean coming, I mean going to Germany. I toyed with the possibility of them going but I didn’t think I’d be that lucky. Whether any other big names decide to make an appearance isn’t anything I’m concerned with anymore. Seeing Motorhead at the most metal of metal shows to play their brand of rock n fucken roll is the kind of thing I refuse to miss out on.
I’ll admit, in spite of my usual sneering at other people as they kneel and worship celebrities and gods, I would gladly pull up a pew at the church of Lemmy and get stuck into the sacramental bourbon. He is rock and roll incarnate. But, you don’t need me to preach to you, through a rockin grapevine of friends I’ve become aware of a movie that can do that for me. Here endeth the lesson.
