Panto season is nearly upon us, so it must be time for Motorhead's annual visit to these parts...
On the guestlist courtesy of Robin (cheers mate!), so we got there in time to see the support acts as well: Crucified Barbara were a rather lovely Swedish all-girl metal act who struck all the requisite poses & rocked pretty convincingly, despite being hampered by a somewhat muffled front of house PA that made them sound like they were playing under a duvet. Hmm, there's a thought...
Next up were Clutch, a US outfit fronted by a rather scary gentleman who seemed to have just come from a particularly energetic Revivalist meeting - interesting stuff, though.
A couple of pints of the Colston Hall's overpriced Stella later and it was time for the Man Himself... now in his 60's, the grizzled figure of Lemmy still commands the stage, and the boys always put on a good show. It does sort of feel a bit like a panto, though - you know there'll be a 5 minute drum solo (just enough time for the Lemster to nip off stage for a little, er, pick-me-up. Or perhaps to get the lasses from Crucified Barbara to polish his Nazi memorabilia), Ace of Spades will be played for the kids, and Overkill to finish. Everybody knows what to expect and they don't disappoint - as the man says: "We're Motorhead, and we play Rock'n'Roll!"
On the way out, I pick up a leaflet informing me that Steven Seagal, the 'actor' so wooden he makes Pinnocchio look realistic, is touring with his wonderfully named band Thunderbox!
He poses with his guitar, one plank holding another- somehow I doubt he'll still be doing it in 30 years time...
On the guestlist courtesy of Robin (cheers mate!), so we got there in time to see the support acts as well: Crucified Barbara were a rather lovely Swedish all-girl metal act who struck all the requisite poses & rocked pretty convincingly, despite being hampered by a somewhat muffled front of house PA that made them sound like they were playing under a duvet. Hmm, there's a thought...
Next up were Clutch, a US outfit fronted by a rather scary gentleman who seemed to have just come from a particularly energetic Revivalist meeting - interesting stuff, though.
A couple of pints of the Colston Hall's overpriced Stella later and it was time for the Man Himself... now in his 60's, the grizzled figure of Lemmy still commands the stage, and the boys always put on a good show. It does sort of feel a bit like a panto, though - you know there'll be a 5 minute drum solo (just enough time for the Lemster to nip off stage for a little, er, pick-me-up. Or perhaps to get the lasses from Crucified Barbara to polish his Nazi memorabilia), Ace of Spades will be played for the kids, and Overkill to finish. Everybody knows what to expect and they don't disappoint - as the man says: "We're Motorhead, and we play Rock'n'Roll!"
On the way out, I pick up a leaflet informing me that Steven Seagal, the 'actor' so wooden he makes Pinnocchio look realistic, is touring with his wonderfully named band Thunderbox!
He poses with his guitar, one plank holding another- somehow I doubt he'll still be doing it in 30 years time...
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