Whenever I start to think of the wrong-turns in my life, the bad decisions, the time wasted, I snap out of it with one satisfying thought: At least I’m not a Rush fan. You see, it can always be worse…
And it was, maybe, a close call, by all rights I should be a Rush fan. I love drums, I’m white, I grew up in Hawke’s Bay, the band’s funk-less, nearly-art rock should appeal. But it just doesn’t.
I even tried to like them. But no. (Thankfully).
So I had only ever heard a couple of Rush albums – a small handful, and not this. One of their best. Apparently. Actually, to be fair, side two, the actual songs – not the wanky side-long prog/ish story (inspired by Ayn Rand no less) – has some moments. Alex Lifeson is the best element of the band but people seem to always discuss whether they like or don’t like Geddy Lee and how good Neil Peart is; of all the “great” drummers he’s one of the most overrated. He is like a maths-professor of drums. No one wants that.
This album was released on April Fool’s Day.
Rush recently announced that they will do more shows or albums.
