I could always tell a difference between their Tush rip-off No Class (where I liked the minorish harmonies actually better than ZZ-Top's 12 bar fare)
and Metropolis!
But stopping at the first Motörhead gig would not even encapsulate the classic Lemmy/Animal/Fast Eddie line-up because that took a while to get on its feet.
My pet theory is that Motörhead would never have göne anywhere withöut the advent of pünk, that really bölstered their appeal, they become trendy and - much like the Ramönes - a cöunter-cültüre artefact.
I first saw them in the Summer of 1979 at an open air (actually the gig was in a large tent) in Bavaria opening for a then also still fledgling Whitesnake. They sure were a visual (that Django look all three had) and sonic experience already back then, even though I wasn't sure at the time whether it qualified as music.
This songs stands out among all their work I think:
Lemmy can't sing and he doesn't on this tune either, but with all its flaws, bum notes and fluttering it's very poignant ("
we were food for the guns") - as if some underage soldier would actually sing it in the Flanders poppy fields.
