Last night I saw Motörheadache keep alive the wonderful music of Motörhead and the spirit of Lemmy. I enjoyed a couple of Jack and Diet Cokes (Barperson: “It’s actually Pepsi, is that okay?” Me: “Yeah, whatever”) and communed with fellow ‘head fans. By the end of the night the floor was sticky and my ears were humming. I heartily recommend Motörheadache, as long as you can cope with some robust language from Lemm-a-like Rob. I’ll be seeing them again for sure.