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Motorhead: No Sleep Til Hammersmith (Bronze)

Paul Morley, New Musical Express, 13 June 1981

AXES ON their shoulders, blood on their palms, grease in their hair, gaps in their teeth, something or nothing on their mind, squeezing the universe into a ball, rolling towards some overwhelming question. Did you hear me? Silence, silence, I said. Silence? Motorhead? Oh damned eternal... It's all the same to me. It's all a game to me. Life as death. You don't see them you don't, but I see them. The soul of man that is joined to the soul of stone. Forever must quench, forever must light the flame. The agents of hell disappear. The white flat face of death. A doom on the house, a doom on yourself, a doom on the world. "This one's called 'Metropolis'."

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