Lemmy is a rock and roll icon, and his autobiography is a great example of that. Lemmy is humble, funny, and charismatic. I had the privilege of seeing him in Motörhead’s last show before he died and it was fucking incredible. Although his autobiography is less about sex, drugs and rock and roll. It is more about the journey of Motörhead, and how they are much more than Ace of Spades. I do wish there was more nitty gritty, but I appreciated the story and learning about how the band came to be and how they go to where they are. This is a fun lighthearted read for any metal fan.

I’m a fan of Motörhead and I like musician memoirs, but this was just OK. Gives the vibe of a cool old guy at the bar telling stories - but like with a bar story, you get the impression there’s a lot he’s leaving out on purpose. This dude was around rock and roll bands from the mid-1960s on, but he’s glib about all the wild times he had and wild things he saw. The second half is mostly just him recounting details of touring life and music business stuff. Not like other autobios I’ve read, so I give it points for that, but not a very good one, either.