As a British citizen it is a legal requirement that I listen to this album, much like it was compulsory for me to see Iron Maiden at Twickenham Stadium last month. The UK isn’t as grand as it used to be, we’ve lost the empire, the colonies and the gargantuan army, but at least we still have Motörhead, something that will last longer than all of the above. The only thing that could possibly kill Lemmy is if there was a Jack Daniels drought or worldwide ban on cigarettes.

I’ll admit that I haven’t listened to every single Motörhead album, mainly due to my thoughts that Lemmy and co was a three song band (Ace of Spades, Bomber and their genius cover of Louie, Louie). I will now stand up tall and accept the fact that I was wrong. Motörizer, however unimaginatively titled, is a thoroughly enjoyable album. Crammed with subtle grooves, humorous (not intentional all the time) lyrics and enough songs to head bang to, to induce arthritis of the neck after the first listening session.

Wasting no time, the album opens with 2008’s number one song to strut to, Runaround Man. Teach you to sing the blues (track two) goes to show that Motörhead haven’t lost any of their feistiness. I could go on and on, describing the album track by track. But all anyone needs to know is that Motörhead are still doing what they’ve been doing for the past millennia, but are some how still keeping it interesting. Motörizer won’t be deemed a classic, it certainly isn’t Ace of Spades part two, but people need to be aware of the fact that Motörhead are not a one trick pony. If you should take my advice, or are already a fan of the band then you can enjoy hearing the new material live, as the band is already touring to promote the album. We estimate the tour will end when the world’s population is wiped out by nuclear holocaust, leaving only cockroaches, Lemmy and Cher’s face to thrive upon the scorched Earth.