Lush, gorgeous melodies and heartfelt sensitive imagery. Orchestrated production, textured emotion, and soft, evocative finger picking make Rollins Band’s Get Some Go Again just what you need to brighten a dreary day. Or slaughter kittens. Rollins and company (new company as it were-guitarist Jim Wilson, bassist Marcus Blake, and drummer Jason Mackenroth) are back and as angry as ever on Get Some Go Again, a coarse, furious record that feels like a hard rock history lesson, one which sorely needs to be taught amiss the gross popularity of teeny-weenies and boy bands like you know who and that one. Finally, something your mom wouldn’t listen to.
Conjuring rock-god spirits like Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Guns N’ Roses, and a host of others, Get Some Go Again feels like a cover album (in fact there is a remake of Thin Lizzy’s “Are Your Ready?”), but no one is honestly as fearless and raw as Rollins. Leaping away from his stint of the voice of VHI’s Legends series (odd, no?), and back to his Black Flag self, thumping and pounding away with crowd-fuelers and and barn-burners. “Monster,” ambles along with the fury and spice of “Paradise City,” with a little bit of Rob Zombie infused for good measure, and “Love’s So Heavy” which has the feel of early Red Hot Chili Peppers. Throw in equally scathing tracks like “You Let Yourself Down” and “Hotter and Hotter.” It’s definitely Rollins.
In reality, nothing Rollins could do these days will set the world on fire. For better or worse, there’s just no substantial audience left for this kind of kinetic aggression outside of biker rallies, aging Ozzy freaks, and mosh pits. But maybe there is, with the recent deluge and revival of hard rock from Rage, Korn, and Limp Bizkit. Regardless, it’s about time Van Halen riffs and Guns N’ Roses intensity find their way back into consciousness, rather be relegated to classic rock radio. It may never have been the best answer, but it shant be ignored. Try it and Rollins will kick your ass.
// Sound Affects
"The man whose songs were recorded by Johnny Cash, Alan Jackson, Ricky Skaggs, David Allan Coe, The Highwaymen, and countless others succumbs to time’s cruel cue that the only token of permanence we have to offer are the effects of shared moments and memories.READ the article