A constant surprise in the word of hard rock ‘n’ roll and heavy metal, Motorhead grabs the umlauts by their horns and shits down their throats with their dense guitar assault and throaty vocals only Lemmy could provide with a toothy grin. Eleven new tracks on “Motorizer” proves that these boys still have what it takes as one of the most influential heavy rock ‘n’ roll bands on any continent. Can you believe they actually won a Grammy for the first time in 2005? Besides the fact that the Grammy’s are a total scam anyway, the fact that they were recognized so late just shows how absolutely fucking clueless those fucktards are. “Runaround Man” sounds like it emanated from one of the classic Motorhead albums while the rest can fuel up your motorcycle for the full ride. Nice!
The first full-length album from The Union Trade debuts their cinematic post-rock experience that is mapped out with crafty climaxes and dips into caverns of lows. Cheering on the recent wave of minor key grandeur in indie rock, The Union Trade seem destined to swiftly pour their influence into the pores of songwriters across the States. Dense walls of guitar are glazed and spackled with inflections of sound effects and distortion. Their record label, Tricycle Records, better make sure they have a solid contract in place with these folks as the Union Trade is easily the next Coldplay. As emotional as it could get, “Everyday Including” is a transcendental album awash in guitar fuzzy logic and hugely catchy triumphs. Simply amazing and simply essential. Own it and friend them on myspace.
Big tits and acting ability can get you far in Hollywood, but they don’t mean shit to the wonderful world of sound waves. Scarlett’s husky voice might have SOUNDED ON PAPER like the perfect fit for covers of the whiskey-throated Tom Waits but “Anywhere I Lay My Head” (which by the way lacks the crucial subtitle of “(on Scarlett’s bosom, results in neck cramps”) is a sorted affair of pop interpretations with only one original song that was co-penned with the help of producer and multi-instrumentalist (he played darn near everything here) by none other than TV on the Radio’s own David Andrew Sitek which was a yawn not a delight. How can lips that perfect by so flawed?!? Yeah Yeah Yeah’s guitarist Nick Zinner also lends a hand to her debut. Now, I’ll leave you with what should have been the cover art…
