“Lemmy was the embodiment of the ultimate rocker. Lemmy was the embodiment of the ultimate human being. He was the last of the true everyday warriors…Lemmy was everything every man wanted to be. Lemmy was everything a woman wanted to have.” — December 30, 2015
MOTORHEAD / SAXON / CROBOT
HOUSE OF BLUES, LAS VEGAS – August 21, 2015
“Motorhead is a band. You know, that structure where more than one person plays an instrument at the same time as all the other people to organize noise at the same time. It’s not just Lemmy! Three members: Phil Campbell, Mickey Dee, and himself. He’s not “Burt” from Mary frickin’ Poppins steppin’ in time, doing the shuffle with cymbals between his knees. There are other people on stage with him. And though this band is only made of three, they sound like six. Because they’re loud? Yes. Because they’re loud and because they can play.”
I felt very honored and fortunate to catch this show — especially when I learned how ill Lemmy really was when he performed that night. Though he seemed a little lost at times, gazing out into the crowd as if he was looking for the witch he may have crushed with his house, he found his way home the instant he put his fingers on the fretboard.
As for Saxon…I ate some crow with a side of fries. Delicious.
“Nigel Glockler’s drum-slaught gave you CPR. The twin axe act of Paul Quinn and Doug Scarratt were so balanced and instinctual, flawless in blend and compliment, and the results were explosive. Quinn delivered solos with surgical madness in pristine chaos; beautiful, captivating, and bone-splitting. (The old bastard knows how to drive!) And Nibbs Carter, on the bass, had the most energy, but refreshingly didn’t play into those flashy, silly bass-trickery tricks that get very tiresome very quickly. He just played his ass off, like a true down-home rocker. And as for Biff Byford, one of the most beloved frontmen of his era and today, is a perfect cross between a gentleman and a mother’s nightmare. A majestic, towering presence of wit and mastery, he seduced and worked the audience with ease, and still hit every note with luscious tone and vibrato, as if he had sold his soul for a throat of chrome. Magnificent.”