In the late 1980s the Connells managed to produce some excellent songs which had an extraordinary amount of tension built into them, and this one is probably the best example (others are "Hats Off" and "1934" from the "Darker Days" LP). I don't know exactly how they did it, maybe it's just the rumbling bass combined with splattering drums and tambourine that gives the whole thing an edgy, anticipatory feel, but I sure as hell like it a lot.
This song - like the whole Secrets of the Beehive album - leaves me breathless... awash with gentle melody, so atmospheric and dripping with beauty.
Acoustic guitars roll on a painted lanscape; subltle fingers tug at long-forgotten memories...
pared-down gritty rock'n'roll, this song hammers away from start to finish in classic mot�rhead style. the lyrics are what really distinguish this track for me, however... lemmy rasps "i've got rock'n'roll / to save me from the cold / and if that's all there is / it ain't so bad", making this song a paean to his love of rock and roll above all else. no woman, no bed will tie him down... only rock'n'roll will comfort him in his old age. and at 58, he's still rockin' hard. even though he's a dirty old man and i'm slightly afraid of him... well, it still fills me with hope.