Last Saturday my mate Gareth Morgan (he’s the drummer here) and set off to Cardiff to see Motorhead on their new Motorizer tour.  We started the day off with a nice slow afternoon drinking real ale (who wouldn’t?), visiting a couple of interesting pubs along the way.  There’ll be more about that on the beer blog Blog O’ Beer very soon, so watch out for that.  One incident of note to some of those reading this will be when I bumped into an old friend in the Rummer Tavern – Darren Floyd!  Darren was formerly head honcho at Razorblade Press, who published two very early books of mine Faith in the Flesh and Hush.  It was good to see him and have a quick chat, though he made sure to say he wasn’t writing horror anymore.

On to the Student’s Union in Cardiff for the gig, and we completely missed the first act Danko Jones whilst queuing to get in.  Shame. The bar there served Tetley’s beer out of a can for about £3.00, so I had to control my gag reflex to have a couple more pints.

Saxon were … Saxon.  My favourite band back in the mid-80s (and my mid-teens), their music still brings a nostalgic smile to my face.  But I can’t help thinking about the makers of Spinal Tap apparantly following Saxon around on tour before making the movie …

“We are Motorhead, and we play Rock and Roll.”  And so they did.  Very loudly.  Now, I’m not complaining. If I go to see Motorhead, I don’t expect to be able to sit down, have a cup of tea and talk politics and the state of the world with my mate.  But this was so loud that the songs were completely distorted … and I know them all.  Example: Lemmy said they were going to do a Thin Lizzy cover.  Great!  Lizzy are still one of my favourite bands, and it would be great to hear Motorhead’s take on one of their classic tunes.  But the sound was so distorted that it took me half a song to identify Rosalie.

Last week, Flogging Molly were bloody loud, but I could hear the songs, and every word Dave King said.  Lemmy needs to kick some sound engineer ass.

Oh well, maybe I’m just getting old.  The one surprising (pleasantly so) moment was when 5 strippers came on stage during Killed By Death.  Obviously professional ladies (and checking the Motorhead Forum, I think they were The Fuel Girls), they gyrated and writhed, and came very close to taking everything off without actually being naked (licensing laws, I suspect).  They hung from Lemmy afterwards, and it looked like the cover of an old Gor novel.  Lucky sod.

So, that was Motorhead!  Their new album is great – better than Kiss of Death, though still not quite up to the standards of Inferno for me.  And let’s face it, in his early 60s, Lemmy still knows how to deliver.

Folks, I’m having nasty computer problems right now- sitting at my sister’s place right now as my brother in law sorts it.  That’s why you haven’t heard from me in a while, but NORMAL SERVICE WILL BE RESUMED soon.

Meantime, news is building up, so expect messages soon concerning:

The recent Motorhead gig and beer drinking session in Cardiff (with strippers)

A very exciting new sale for my novella WHITE

A great new review and interview in one of Britain’s premier science fiction magazines

News about the new Hellboy novel

A new short story optioned

And much, much more. Watch this space!