Motörhead - Aftershock Album Review


rating: 3.5

What is there to say about Motörhead than hasn€™t been said? Now onto their 21st album and still going just as strong as ever (despite Lemmy€™s increasingly dire health issues), Aftershock continues to deliver the same signature mix of greasy powerchords and driving basslines - nitrous-fuelled as always by Lemmy€™s marmite vocals. Forever a sticking point with many rock fans is the combination of Motörhead€™s lack of compositional progression across their discography, twinned with Mr. Kilmister€™s vocals, which are now sadly noticeably weaker than before. However, from opening pulse-generator Heartbreaker to the gear-change solo in Do You Believe, this is still unashamedly Motörhead through and through. Production-wise Lemmy€™s bass tone sounds as downright nasty as ever, and with the band themselves already living legends, you€™d expect nothing less at this stage. Whilst other metal festival stalwarts Slayer are going through something of a motivation-crisis having been in the game for three decades, even on Aftershock despite doctors advising him to lay off the lifestyle, Lemmy is powering on. Clearly the detractors didn€™t hear Slash-collaboration Doctor Alibi where he assured all of us he€™d keep going regardless of anything as long as someone told him he should. On a pure songwriting front, Aftershock is a solid entry to the wider discography, with the bone-powderingly heavy Silence When You Speak To Me being a standout track, alongside the quasi sequel-song Going To Mexico, another slamming track that connotes the driving rhythms of its brethren Going to Brazil. That€™s not to mention Lost Woman Blues that sees the ageing legends turn the dial down for a softer tale of the one who got away. It€™s something different for those who are more accustomed to the louder side of life, yet at the midpoint the distortion is liberally caked back, rounding off a great addition to the album. Overall though this is much more of the same, but to be honest no one is expecting anything else or less, and when you€™ve single-handedly invented something as widely used as double-bass-pedalling (which is put to insanely sick effect on the intro of final track Paralyzed), being able stick to such a youthfully-birthed regimen is deserving of respect in of itself. Motörhead are just as much an integral pillar supporting the hard rock faithful as AC/DC or Thin Lizzy, and forever will they remain so. Aftershock is a killer album for fans old and new, and with Phil €˜Wizzo€™ Campbell still letting fly with his signature wah-tone every few minutes alongside fellow immortal Mickey Dee who delivers concrete fills as always, Motörhead are a suitably meaty serving of your trusty Sunday roast; reliable, expected, overall just more of the same, but oh-so immeasurably satisfying.
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