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By Corey Deiterman
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
Decades later, the poetic punch lines have proven prophetic. As evidenced by Motörhead's umpteenth album, Hammered, the band is still heavier than a burlap bag full of bullet belts and knuckle-dusters. It's also a safe bet that Lemmy's neighbors still quiver behind drawn blinds, praying the warts-and-all badass keeps off their grass.
Who can blame them? Anyone with the power to unite such onetime enemies as punks and metalheads can be viewed only as a menace.
"We do rock and roll about chicks and panties and fucking roaring, killing, blood-smeared death," Lemmy rasps without apology. As for bringing the Mohawk and metal crowds together, he says, "So did the Ramones, ya know? It was just the wrong haircut. But our music was so obviously not Judas Priest."
And what of the Ramones' recent induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame? "They'd be better off with a plaque from their favorite whorehouse," Lemmy says. "They deserve so much better. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame sucks big-time. It's absolutely fucking awful. They have no clue about rock and roll. The biggest room in there is the gift shop!"
Like the Ramones, Motörhead is as antiestablishment as they come. Too honest and raw for radio and about as photogenic as the Elephant Man, Motörhead is the music industry's undisputed ugly duckling, the lost cause that won't get lost. Though he's a contemporary of the newly kinder, gentler Keith Richards, Lemmy still lives up to the "Born to Lose -- Live to Sin" tattoo emblazoned on his arm.
"I can insult them much longer than they can insult me," he says of industry types. "I'm pretty much at peace with myself. We're supposed to be Motörhead. That's what we do, and nobody does it better. For us to sit around and listen to those whiny, ass-kissing motherfuckers I'd just as soon shoot myself, ya know? I won't even let them into the recording studio when they come down with their 2.5 bloody kids. Get 'em out of here and lock the doors."
The doors were rusted shut earlier this year when Lemmy and longtime comrades Phil Campbell and Mikkey Dee -- Motörhead's guitarist and drummer, respectively -- banged out the aptly titled Hammered. It's the band's first album of new material since 2000's We Are Motörhead. Two years may be a quick turnaround for most bands, but for Motörhead, it's almost an eternity. "We've been working on this album and touring" overseas, Lemmy explains. "Motörhead's a rock band. We don't fuck around in the studio. Actually, for the first time in my life, I had three months" off the road.
Hammered leans more toward darker themes of war and retribution than Lemmy's wickedly humorous tales of mooching Bon Jovi's booze or table-hopping at L.A.'s trendy Rainbow Bar & Grill. "Hammered's a bit more English," he says. Of the album's dark tone, he says, "I don't know what it is, but I know what you mean."
It's also another excuse for yet another punishing tour. To paraphrase some of Lemmy's classic lyrics, speed don't kill and Motörhead's the proof. It's a sentiment that's also echoed in the title of the band's classic live album, No Sleep 'til Hammersmith.
"I've been on the road in a fucking little shelter with one wall missing and the rain and the wind coming in," Lemmy says, audibly exhaling another throat-charring cloud of cigarette smoke. "You think to yourself, 'Fuck this shit!' But if you've got a couple of pals with you, it's the best time of your life to write songs, because you don't remember the rain and shit and the freezing cold. You just remember the companionship. If you have a job at JCPenney, you're not going to remember much from that. 'Yeah, the manager came down and shook fucking hands with me!' Whoa! Fucking hell! If that's your life, show me another."
Lemmy's life began in the English Midlands as Ian Kilmister, a vicar's son and a fan of the Beatles and MC5. Determined to make music his destiny, young Ian later became "Lemmy" (for his supposed habit of asking friends to "lemme a fiver") and landed work as a roadie for Jimi Hendrix during the hippie heyday.
"It was a very special time," Lemmy recalls. "We discovered the Pill and acid at the same time. Then we got Hendrix and Sgt. Pepper and all that stuff. If you can say you remember it completely, you were with the wrong crowd. We did a whole [Hendrix] tour, and it was only two of us rolling around his equipment. We'd use the house PA and just gear up and go. No mikes on the drums, no fucking nothing in those days, and all that good music came from that. You think about that for a minute. It doesn't have to be all electronically perfect and digital. In fact, that's part of the death of rock and roll. It's not supposed to be clean, you stupid bastard! It's supposed to be raunchy and fucking sleazy and looking up your skirt, ya know? That's rock and roll."