Motorhead "Overkill" [1979]

Because there's not only virtually no difference between any Motorhead albums but between any of the band's songs either, it's pointless to decide which album you should stay away from most. If you're looking for some guidance why you should steer clear of everything remotely associated with Motorhead -- especially if you're somehow drawn to hardened biker criminals on speed -- it's this: these guys would ultimately still be Bad Company if they had the wherewithal. Chalk up Motorhead's struggles to break into the pop market to their extraordinary ineptitude; they make Black Sabbath sound scholarly. Lemmy not only has a two-note range, but he can only scream those two notes, and even by this time his scream was nothing more than the hoarse bark of an English sheepdog. Behind his frightening, wart-faced exterior, listen as Lemmy still tries to come onto chicks in his songs even as he's fully conscious he's scaring the fuck out of them; forget Bad Company, he would've traded places with Shaun Cassidy, given the chance.