I had a casette of No Sleep at All. It was my son's favourite recording from the time he was about four. He and I finally went to see Motorhead, opening for Megadeth, when he was sixteen. The kid ate a fastfood burger an hour before the show, and by Motorhead's third song he was projectile-puking. I had to carry him out of the show and we were off to the hospital. That's rock and roll.