{"id":37281,"date":"2002-01-01T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2002-01-01T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/orgasmatron\/"},"modified":"2002-01-01T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2002-01-01T00:00:00","slug":"orgasmatron","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/orgasmatron\/","title":{"rendered":"Orgasmatron"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I discovered hard rock when I was 14 years old&#8230; but I never<br \/>\ntruly tasted hard rock until I was about 15 or 16, when I was<br \/>\nlistening to Z-Rock in Chicago. I was happily sitting in my<br \/>\nbedroom, probably poring over the<br \/>\n<i>Sports Illustrated<\/i> swimsuit issue for the 500th time, when<br \/>\nthis wonderful noise came blaring from my radio. &#8220;What the hell was<\/p>\n<p><i>that<\/i>?!?&#8221; I asked out loud to no one in particular, &#8220;and<br \/>\nwhere can I hear more?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In the span of three minutes, Lemmy Kilmister and Motorhead<br \/>\nchanged my life, thanks to their 1986 album<br \/>\n<i>Orgasmatron<\/i>. When I got the chance to meet Kilmister a few<br \/>\nyears ago, the CD booklet to<br \/>\n<i>Orgasmatron<\/i> was one of the few things I begged him to<br \/>\nautograph (and which I promptly lost during the after-show&#8230; I&#8217;m<br \/>\n<i>still<\/i> pissed at myself for that). This CD might be 15 years<br \/>\nor so old now, but I still get a kick out of it, even if I do know<br \/>\nall the chord changes by heart. (I&#8217;m reviewing a 1986 version of<br \/>\nthis album; Motorhead&#8217;s latest label, Sanctuary, brought out a<br \/>\nremastered version with three unreleased tracks recently. The CDNOW<br \/>\nlink will take you to that album.)<\/p>\n<p>This was the album that Motorhead fans had been praying for<br \/>\nafter the band&#8217;s split with Bronze Records. The only full-length<br \/>\nalbum to feature Pete Gill on the drums, along with the debut of<br \/>\ntwin-axemeisters Phil Campbell and Wurzel, it was a return to form<br \/>\nthat had been merely hinted at on<br \/>\n<i>No Remorse<\/i>, Motorhead&#8217;s 1984 best-of. It had been four years<br \/>\nsince<br \/>\n<i>Iron Fist<\/i>, Motorhead&#8217;s last studio album (and their last<br \/>\nwith guitarist &#8220;Fast&#8221; Eddie Clarke). Would they still have the<br \/>\nmagic? Could they still kick ass by just strumming their<br \/>\nguitars?<\/p>\n<p>Two words: hell, yeah.<br \/>\n<i>Orgasmatron<\/i>, while a short Motorhead album, provides a<br \/>\nconstant pummelling of the listener which they won&#8217;t want to have<br \/>\nstop.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, sure, you could probably point out one or two weak spots &#8211;<br \/>\nthe rushing of the bridge on &#8220;Doctor Rock,&#8221; &#8220;Running With The<br \/>\nDriver&#8221; and &#8220;Nothing Up My Sleeve&#8221; not quite being up to the same<br \/>\nlevel as the other tracks &#8211; but, in retrospect, that&#8217;s mere<br \/>\nnitpicking on a classic. Even in the one or two &#8220;lesser&#8221; songs is a<br \/>\nlot to celebrate.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s the one-two Bataan Death March stomp on your spinal<br \/>\nchord with &#8220;Deaf Forever,&#8221; the neck-snapping rhythms of &#8220;Mean<br \/>\nMachine&#8221; shake you like a leaf in a typhoon (though the live<br \/>\nversion captured on<br \/>\n<i>The Birthday Party<\/i> still is superior in my mind), and the<br \/>\neerie title track can still send shivers up my spine.<\/p>\n<p>I could have written this review solely on the hundreds of times<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve listened to<br \/>\n<i>Orgasmatron<\/i>, but I pulled it out again and blared it just to<br \/>\nmake sure I hadn&#8217;t missed a thing. Indeed, this disc sounds as good<br \/>\ntoday as it did in 1986, and should be one of the first CDs one<br \/>\npicks up when discovering all things Motorhead.<br \/>\n<i>Orgasmatron<\/i> was the first Motorhead album I ever bought&#8230;<br \/>\nand as long as Lemmy and crew keep things going, it sure as hell<br \/>\nwon&#8217;t be the last one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":26070,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[5666],"rating":[5613],"class_list":["post-37281","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-motorhead","rating-rating-a-minus"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37281","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37281"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37281\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37281"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=37281"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=37281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}