Henry Rollins certainly is a scary fellow and no mistake. Eyes that say "I am going to pin you against a wall and quote Noam Chomsky at you" and enough in the muscle and brain departments to back up both parts of the threat. Our Henry is not a man to be tangled with physically or intellectually so I feel an overwhelming urge to be very nice about "GSGA" before I've even heard it. Mr Rollins points out in "Thinking Cap" that "You can dress up a pig, but it's still a pig". In much the same way, you can dress up a no-brain, dumb-ass metal record by using phrases like "Don't justify your complacency to me", but you can't hide the fact that it's more likely to be listened to by Beavis and Butthead than Stephen Hawking. And that's why "GSGA" is such a jolly romp. Lyrical concerns aside, it's a quite splendid piece of heads-down, no-nonsense, mindless boogie. The musicians (who, apparently, "have a very rocking trio called Mother Superior" when they aren't doing this) sound like their lives depend on them making the tightest, rockingest noise in the whole world ever. One can almost see the sensitive singer standing behind them with a large chunk of 4 by 2 ready to punish the bass player for falling behind the beat or the guitarist for just looking at him the wrong way. There are even guest appearances from Thin Lizzy's Scott Gorham and Wayne Kramer from the MC5 to underline just how RAWK this album really is. In the current musical climate, in which AC/DC are being critically reappraised and teenage girls are buying Motorhead T-shirts in Top Shop (even Tina from S Club 7 has got one!), mindless Neanderthal rock has become acceptable again. This is, I'm sure, a good thing. But it does open the door for lots of bands with lyrics that don't dare to venture beyond what the singer plans to do with his baby all nite long. Hopefully, Rollins will show people that you can rock like a mutha without going for the lowest common denominator when it comes to the words. Oh, and the hidden track is fifteen fantastically funny minutes that are worth the price of the C.D. on their own. OK Henry, I've written it - you can put me down now.

Mark Wainwright