How appropriate that we should have scheduled to review Motörhead’s Bad Magic today! The sad news of Lemmy’s passing yesterday was somewhat diminished by the opportunity to listen to his last album, which contains lyrics and sounds not found in previous Motörhead records: words about life and death, posterity, legacy; ballads that show a more sensitive side to this band. Some critics didn’t like this one because it deviated a bit from the typical Motörhead sound, but I enjoyed it exactly because it is such a fitting tribute to this man who contributed so much to Rock in its several sub-genres. Despite his personal flaws, Lemmy Kilmister left a mark on music–and that is what most musicians strive for. RIP.