The classic Motörhead line-up gave us the classic Motörhead album. It opens with a drum track that would make Jesus weep, it's that good. Lemmy's bass kicks in after a few seconds and thunders along like Odin on a pub-crawl. Then the guitars break, shredding the air like the pains of Osiris slain. Motörhead ooze gritty talent, and the Gods pay attention. Lemmy rasps his way through punk-infused classic rock tunes that will never get old. I'll be listening to Overkill still when they drag me kicking, screaming and swearing, to the old folks home.