Alan Burridge (writer) - Life

Life

Burridge was born in Poole in Dorset, England. In his youth he was a reader and writer with an interest in music, which continued throughout his life. In 1977, Burridge became interested in heavy rock band Motörhead, and in January 1980, started the Motorhead Magazine fanzine. The magazine featured gig reviews and news whilst inviting the readership to become involved by writing their experiences of seeing the band live. Motorheadbangers, the official Motörhead fan club originally managed by drummer Phil Taylor's sister, Helen, ceased operations in 1983, Burridge, then working as a warehouseman, was asked by the band to roll it into his fan magazine, which continues to this day under the Motorheadbangers banner.

Burridge wrote two articles covering the band's history and discography for Record Collector, the April 1991 edition covered the band's history and official UK releases, whilst the July 1993 edition concentrated on Motörhead rarities. As well as providing the discography notes for the band's official website, Burridge wrote the liner notes for the Motörhead compilation albums Welcome to the Bear Trap and From the Vaults and had a large input with the Meltdown 3-CD box set. Burridge also writes gig reviews for local live music venue, Mr. Kyps, and is a Top 250 Reviewer on Amazon.co.uk.

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