This album is probably most notable for its closing title track, which the band performs live on a regular basis. The first verse includes the line “We are Motörhead, born to kick your ass,” and it makes a perfect set-opener or –closer (pre-encore, of course; they’re not allowed to leave without playing “Ace Of Spades” and “Overkill”). There are a few other good songs on We Are Motörhead. The opening “See Me Burning” kicks off with a Mikkey Dee drum avalanche, which is never a bad idea, and the song proper is a rumbling assault along the lines of “Sacrifice.” “Slow Dance” is an OK blues-rock track, after which “Stay Out Of Jail” cranks up the energy again. Unfortunately, the album starts to slide sideways right around then, and never fully recovers.

The fourth track on We Are Motörhead is a cover of the Sex Pistols’ “God Save The Queen” that, while momentarily diverting thanks to Lemmy’s imitation of Johnny Rotten’s high-pitched sneer, is about as essential as Mötley Crue’s version of “Anarchy In The U.K.” — that is, not at all. (Brief digression: The Sex Pistols were the Monkees of punk, invented by a shopkeeper to help his fashion designer girlfriend sell T-shirts.) That’s not the album’s worst track, though. “One More Fucking Time” is the album’s worst track, and comes close to being the worst Motörhead song ever, period. A morose, nearly seven-minute acoustic breakup ballad, it’s pretty much the opposite of anything you’d ever want to hear from Lemmy and company, and it drags the album’s second half to a screeching halt. The two songs that follow, loud and energetic as they are, still feel like Motörhead digging themselves out of a trench.