By Mike Faloon
I decided to skip ahead to the last song, “Something Going Wrong.” Judging from my pace over the first three days I am not likely to finish the record.
I'm gonna buy myself an ark – Noah built one. Sammy's going to buy one. Craigslist, I'd imagine. Just have to drive out to the valley to pick it up.
That goes seven, seven, seven – Sammy's on the side of the righteous as the album closes. One can only assume that he sent the young lady from “Last Temptation” back to her room. Chastised her, politely but firmly, demanded that she gain control of her hair, requested that she cease stop trying to “show it” to Sammy, and insisted that she take her leave.
And we'll win that solar power – When's the last time a hint of green yielded such a clunky line? I vote for “Flurocarbons fill the sky” from Bob Mould's “It's Too Late.” “Win that solar power”? Perhaps the equipment needed to harness solar power needs to be purchased or perhaps won, but the sun's energy is free for all. No contest necessary.
I'm gonna ride my way to heaven – If Robert Plant can play at being mystical after some of the shenanigans documented in Hammer of the Gods, then why can't Sammy?
Satriani plays an acoustic trying to tenderize the Chickenfoot assault, bring style and substance closer together. But Sammy wails like a hard of hearing Zeus. Man's got to be heard.