Motorhead

Punks have never bought his leather jacket and indie connections because Lemmy Kilmister's grizzled-biker-born-to-rock is metal without the heavy--no preening solos or blow-dried bullsh*t. I recommend the bit where he promises to get fast and loose with his latest receptacle as soon as he finishes the song about it (not her, of course not), and note that his writing is more one-note than need be, wit and all--f*cking for the hell of it can drive anybody into a rage, and tuneless f*cking for the hell of it is really pointless. Anthem: "(We Are) The Road Crew." (Grade: B)