Review for: ‘The World Is Ours: Volume 2 – Anyplace Crazy As Anywhere Else’  

by guest writer Alex Budge

Keep it loud ©
Keep it loud ©

There is one question, above all others, which can separate a true metalhead from the, “I love rock ‘cos I own a Pink album” wannabes, and it is this:

“Who would win in a fight between Lemmy and God?”

The question, of course, is a trick because Lemmy is God, and while non-metal fans may scoff at this notion, let’s examine the evidence. Firstly, Lemmy cannot be killed by conventional means, for any lesser man would have perished from the copious amounts of drink, drugs and cigarettes that lay strewn is his wake.

Secondly, I draw your attention to the latest chapter in the Gospel According to Lemmy: the spectacularly indulgent racket, ‘The World Is Ours: Volume 2 – Anyplace Crazy As Anywhere Else’ CD and DVD combo. Motörhead live in Germany, and it’s an absolute corker.

The performance begins with Lemmy emerging from the dull blue glare of lowered lights and dry ice, stepping up to the mic to growl, “Good evening! We are Motörhead, and we play rock’n’roll!” Which is a classic example of British understatement as Motörhead don’t just play rock’n’roll, they are rock’n’roll!

Lemmy ‘God’ Kilmister ©

They launch into “Iron Fist”, just to start the crowd off easy, before driving their way into “Stay Clean”, where Lemmy opens up a ground mashing bass solo. A fat drum fill from Mickey brings in the somewhat new track “Get Back in Line”, which seamlessly launches into the whirling flurry of cymbals, doomy guitar and bass strumming, of “Metropolis”.

And then comes the crowd’s turn to make some noise.

On the count of three, 60,000 seething, sweating, soaking, screaming metal fans launch into the (relatively) soothing melodic waves of “Over the Top”, before being treated to bluesy sounds of “One Night Stand”. Whilst guitarist Phil Campbell disrobes at the side of the stage, Lemmy introduces the next track, “Rock Out”, or the slightly altered title aimed at a now jacket-less Phil, “Rock Out With Your Cock Out”.

Phil, rockin’ with his cock out ©

Then, the lights go out. A spotlight cuts through, illuminating a solitary Phil. Cue a solo that drips with blues, flowing from distorted pitch bends to runs up and down the neck. Then, while his last note fades, the light goes out. Darkness again. But from the midst of the darkness, Phil starts up once more. The lights come back on as they crash into “The Thousand Names of God” (appropriate really…)

One thing seems to happen when you listen to Motörhead, and that is the urge to drink a couple of pints of bourbon and get chased down a highway by the Alabama State Police. It’s the perfect soundtrack for such a reckless misuse of police time and Jack Daniels.

Lemmy introduces “I Know How to Die” as “a cheerful little song”, before we’re told that “The Chase is Better Than the Catch.” “In the Name of Tragedy” leads into an insane drum solo from Mickey, cruising onward into the incredibly sludgy and overly serious “Just Cos You Got The Power”. “Going to Brazil” livens things up again before the tautological “Killed by Death” sets the place alive. As is standard practice, “Bomber” is the band’s ‘last’ song until they come out and do more last songs… Some things never get old.

“That was a great time, the summer of ’71 – I can’t remember it, but I’ll never forget it!”- Lemmy © Joe Winn

Bomber” ends and the stage blackens. The Wacken skull continues to burn high above a crowd which chants “Motörhead! Motörhead!”. The lights raise, and the guys return for more last songs. Lemmy apologises for the rain, perhaps trying to cover up the fact that he is God, and therefore could have stopped it. He then viciously strums the bass intro for “Ace of Spades” and the crowd goes wild. But this isn’t the last song. Of course not. With enough strobe lights to send the global school population crashing to the ground, Mickey Dee kicks into a ridiculously huge drum beat, double bass hammering in time with the lights. The bass rolls in, and “Overkill” rounds off the night.

The crowd are left soaked, filled with every drop of alcohol Germany has to offer, and heavily bruised after the musical arse kicking they’ve just received. This truly is a great live album, and a perfect introduction to the band for non-believers. The Motörhead faithful may complain that they have heard it all before, but that defeats the purpose. This is a band that has come through four decades of unpretentious metal with only a handful of scars to show for it. And they are still going. Lemmy is 67 after all… Not bad for a deity who has slid around in the underworld for most of his life.

Now go forth! Spread the word of this most great of things, and remind the world that God does truly exist.

…and he wears a cowboy hat.


Rating: 4/5

The album can be found for downloading here.

Motörhead, Monsters of Noise ©

Published by Mark Brassington

Father and Husband. Works in Corporate Banking. Loves Books, Comics, Cycling, Music, Games, going to the Gym and Writing.

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