It’s 1982, and Motörhead tickets only cost a fiver. You elbow your way to the front and yell impatiently at the curtains drawn across the stage, which you imagine hides a black-clad road crew beavering away with torches and gaffer tape on the drum riser and towering black backline.
But when the house lights go out and the curtains part, there's no sign of the band. Instead, a short film plays on the scrim behind Phil 'Philthy Animal' Taylor's drum kit. In the footage – soundtracked by Gustav Holst’s epic Mars, Bringer Of War – Motörhead emerge from mist dressed in medieval clobber with studded leather armour, brandishing fearsome gauntlets and arcane weaponry.
