If you’re reading this, the powers-that-edit at the Voice have refused my first draft of this Motörhead story, which was simply an enormous, full-color close-up of Lemmy’s moles with the word “Yeaaaaaaah” scrawled judiciously around them. Bummer. You’ll just have to see them, and hear something that still approximates New Wave of British Heavy Metal speed thrash, when the rage patriarch and his not-so-founding band hit Roseland Ballroom; for a sound that formed in 1975, and halted briefly and consistently in the ’80s due to member turnover and pesky injunctions, the rip of their hard, gravelly energy is still a thing to behold. Has it really been three decades since Ace of Spades? Those anthems can drive now. With Reverend Horton Heat and Nashville Pussy.
Wed., Sept. 9, 7:30 p.m., 2009