Motörhead - Brotherhood of Man
: music, February 05 2023 ▶
For exactly 40 years (1975-2015) the mighty band was ruling over the rock stage. Crew members insist their style is hard-rock, closer to punk, but you make your own judgment. If this is not as glorious and epic as heavy metal can be, I do not know what it is.
"Brotherhood of man" is the 7th and longest song from their last album - "The Wörld Is Yours" (2010). Sadly, 5 years later, the frontman, His Majesty Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister passed away, just one month after their drummer, Phil Taylor, died, which ultimately lead to the end of the band.
"Brotherhood of man" follows an even guitar pace, twisting the pitch in several moment, after the diabolical demigod addresses the humanity, pointing to the worldwide devastation.
Now your time has come a storm of iron in the sky
War and murder come again, lucky if you die.
No way to rescue destiny, scream and curse in vain
You will never be remembered, no one knows your name.
When the music changes then all is broken down
Mighty cities laid to ruin, burning to the ground.
Murder is become the law; you cannot make a stand
Chaos rules the world now mortal, brotherhood of man.
The slow rhythm reminds of a war march. Lemmy narrates more than sings, using particularly low, growling voice (even for his standards). Destructive, unstoppable, merciless troops advance through the black smoke and burned fields. Bombs fall from the skies, fires hit the horizon. There is no escape, death is here.
War and murder come again, lucky if you die.
No way to rescue destiny, scream and curse in vain
You will never be remembered, no one knows your name.
When the music changes then all is broken down
Mighty cities laid to ruin, burning to the ground.
Murder is become the law; you cannot make a stand
Chaos rules the world now mortal, brotherhood of man.
Slaughter, kill and fighting still and murdered where we stand
Our legacy is lunacy, brotherhood of man.
We are worse than animals, we hunger for the kill.
We put our faith in maniacs the triumph of the will
We kill for money, wealth and lust, for this we should be damned.
We are disease upon the world, brotherhood of man.
Our legacy is lunacy, brotherhood of man.
We are worse than animals, we hunger for the kill.
We put our faith in maniacs the triumph of the will
We kill for money, wealth and lust, for this we should be damned.
We are disease upon the world, brotherhood of man.
The demigod considers himself a human - part of the problem, responsible equally alongside his brothers. Mankind destroys itself, as blind people follow "lying prophets" and "maniacs" to their doom. The grim scenery implies native guilt, forcefully turns heads and eyes to the eternal strife within and destruction behind it.