I Motörhead, con ogni probabilità, epitomizzano un vero e proprio atteggiamento nei confronti della musica "pesante". Nessuna delle loro canzoni è particolarmente fantasiosa o innovativa, ma l'obiettivo del gruppo è tutt'altro: rivitalizzare il vetusto hard rock dei Deep Purple secondo la logica nichilista e trasandata del punk.
Accade così che riff martellanti e vocals sgolate e roche si fondano a cadenze quasi epilettiche e ad atmosfere orrifiche riuscendo a dare un nuovo volto all'heavy metal. L'esordio omonimo e "Overkill" avevano messo in mostra il canto sguaiato e sfrontato di Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister, la percussività sfrenata di Phil "Philty Animal" Taylor e la chitarra torrenziale di Eddie Clarke attraverso vere e proprie canzoni-manifesto come "Motörhead", "Iron Horse" e "Overkill".
"Bomber" non si discosta affatto dalle coordinate tracciate dai primi due album, proponendo ancora altri proiettili arroventati di riff e cadenze minacciose: l'epica "Dead Men Tell No Tales", posta in apertura, la melodica e incalzante "Sweet Revenge" (con tanto di ritmo blueseggiante) e la cavalcata in odore di rabbia punk "Stone Dead Forever" (con una coda di incandescenti eruzioni chitarristiche) sono tutte ottime aggiunte al catalogo della band, pur non presentando pressoché nessuna novità (il gruppo si manterrà sempre su livelli qualitativi decedenti, ad eccezione delle ultime produzioni, senza quasi mai discostarsi dal proprio stile) mentre le altre tracce non fanno altro che variare leggermente sugli elementi classici del gruppo.
Non so dire se si tratti di un album imprescindibile. Probabilmente no, i Motörhead faranno di meglio (vedi "Orgasmatron" e "1916") e le composizioni degne di note sono davvero poche. Per gli appassionati di heavy metal e delle vibrazioni dure in generale, dovrebbe essere però un'ottima scelta. I Motörhead sono una band onesta e appassionata, che fa il proprio mestiere con sufficiente classe e tanta convinzione. Inutile chiedere di più, ma pensate che tante band non offrono neppure questo...
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02 Lawman (03:56)
Your evil eye, in the night,
Cruising low, flashing white,
There together, in the dark,
But it ain't no friend just another scared nark,
Lawman, I think you're a poor man
Every time you speak to me,
Makes it plain that you don't see,
What's really happening here,
You just confuse respect with fear,
Lawman, I think you're a poor man
I see you in the Crown Court,
Seems to me it's like a blood sport,
I know you live by a book of rules,
But anyone who needs a book is a fool,
Lawman, I think you're a poor man
03 Sweet Revenge (04:14)
Hello victims!
I can almost taste it,
It's the need to see you die,
You thought you had it made,
Well here's your final shock surprise,
How do you like it,
My unfaithful friend?
How do you like it?
How do you like my Sweet Revenge?
Turn the key in the door,
No one close to hear you scream,
You'll never imagine the pain,
Even in you're foulest dreams,
How do you like that
Invitation friend?
How do you like that?
That's what I call my Sweet Revenge
So sweet to see you,
Writhe and crawl and scream for life,
But I can't listen now,
I'm too busy with the knife,
I don't hear you laughing,
My dismembered friend,
I don't hear you laughing,
You don't like my Sweet Revenge
04 Sharpshooter (03:18)
Like a sniper, I've got my sights on you,
Windscreen wiper, there ain't no spoiling my view,
Silver bandoleer, my profession's clear,
Sharpshooter
Infra red vein, don't you come out at night,
Infra red chain, you're gonna buy your life,
Silver pistol too, with a notch for you,
Sharpshooter
You're the contract, I'm gonna nail you down,
I'm the contact, with your final round,
And I'm stalking you, and that ain't all I do,
Sharpshooter
05 Poison (02:54)
People tell me you didn't know better,
Give me sermons 'bout the things I do,
Come to love 'em, even wrote letters,
You know I even asked it of you, I said,
I've been doing Poison,
I guess I poisoned my life,
I've been doing Poison,
it's better than marrying your wife
On the road, the pace is getting frantic,
Specially when your poisoned out your mind,
A flight of stairs is like swimming the Atlantic,
When you're poisoned, deaf, dumb and blind,
I take my poison,
I guess I poisoned my life,
Been doing Poison,
I wish I'd Poisoned my wife
My Father, he used to be a Preacher,
Never taught me nothing but scorn,
If I ever catch him on the street, yeah,
I'll make him wish he'd never been born,
He was Poison,
Guess he poisoned my life
He was Poison,
I wish my mother wasn't his wife, no!
06 Stone Dead Forever (04:56)
You think you see me, in the glass
You think you hear me, you better listen fast,
I think I see you, gone to seed,
The only reasons, were your guilt and greed,
You're out there on your own,
Your face turned to stone,
Whatever happened to your life?
Stone Dead Forever
It's been a long time, been a long long wait,
And you've caught your fingers, in the Pearly Gates,
You'd better leave your number, and we'll call you,
You know your problems, ain't exactly new,
The wrong side of the fold,
Your touch has turned to gold,
Whatever happened to your life?
Stone Dead Forever
You're a financial wizard, a top tycoon,
A sweet lounge lizard, with a silver spoon,
You know you never had it, quite so good,
'Cos you didn't know, that you even could,
But the time has come to pay,
Turns out to have been a play,
Whatever happened to your life?
Stone Dead Forever
09 Talking Head (03:42)
Don't touch that dial!
Television screams, your face turning green,
Don't listen to the news,
Don't know what you hear, they never make it clear,
They like to keep your state confused,
Propaganda time, the official line,
You're hungry, you get fed,
Everlasting smile, you must convey their style,
But they're just a Talking Head
Television voice don't give you any choice,
You only hear the man,
Don't take them in, you don't know where they been,
'Cos it's a complex plan,
They keep you nice and quiet, even control your diet,
You're hungry you get fed,
Teach you to be meek, 'til all you are is weak,
'Til you're just a Talking Head
Television screams, this ought to be a dream,
Remember what I say,
Don't be hypnotised by sugar coated lies,
Don't switch it on today,
It's the way things are, from that pickle jar,
You're hungry you get fed,
But if you play the game, you become the same,
Another Talking Head
10 Bomber (03:41)
Ain't a hope in hell,
Nothing's gonna bring us down,
The way we fly,
Five miles off the ground,
Because we shoot to kill,
And you know we always will,
It's a Bomber
Scream a thousand miles,
Feel the black death rising moan,
Firestorm coming closer,
Napalm to the bone,
Because, you know we do it right,
A mission every night,
It's a Bomber
No night fighter,
Gonna stop us getting through,
The sirens make you shiver,
You bet my aim is true,
Because, you know we aim to please,
Bring you to your knees,
It's a Bomber
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