Review Summary: Poetic ramblings about a band that is moving in circles
May the bridges we burn light our way?
Sure, they may, lit the match, spread the flame!
Burn them all, as we blitz through the blistering leads
And the tortured growls of My Pain.
When The Last Hero comes
Add some synths, beat the drums
Do not let our guitars gently weep.
What he’s singing about?
Oh, he’s having some doubts
Just how much of a hero he is.
Let us slow down our pace
Through a city we race
Could be The Darkest City of all
But its melodies guide us
Sweet and so full of kindness
That the darkness feels vibrant and warm.
Through the Walking Ghost Phase
We will follow a trace
It’s like moving from twilight to daybreak
Harder riffs, bigger game
On to Ignite The Flame
But the focus remains on the melody.
Here we go, Streets of Rage
Still within the same range
And by now we all know what’s in store
Pounding drums, steady rhythms
Blazing solos and leads
But we’ve already heard it before.
Through the nights and the days
Through same old Barricades
We walked on, all the way, every step
All the bridges we burned
All the stones that we turned
Just to find that the Road’s Closed Ahead.
