The World Is Yours (EMI)
As mortals, we cannot question the mighty rock ’n’ roll monolith that is Motörhead. With a 35-year history and umpteen releases to its credit, the unimpeachable band returns with The World Is Yours, an album that rivets another layer onto into the band’s already indestructible canon. At 65, Lemmy Kilminster sounds every bit as grizzled and bitter as he did at 30, and the urgency of the band has not diminished. All of Motörhead’s sonic elements are permanently affixed; the ultra-bright Rickenbacker bass, the thundering drums, and the guitars that sound like ZZ Top on the front end of a meth binge—when the drugs are still working, that is. Well aware that the Motörhead formula needs no tweaking, Lemmy and company stick to the template, delivering anti-authoritarian anthems of war and domination, a requisite paean to rock ’n’ roll, and an occasional dash of blasphemy to keep things interesting. When Lemmy sings that “rock ’n’ roll is the true religion,” you know he means it. The World Is Yours is nothing new, just as it should be.