Red Is All "Yours" On This Trembling Rock Epic

The dramatic pacing builds. The guitar work crooks a finger beckoning you ever closer. Vocally the passion lead vocalist Michael Barnes wonders if he's lost, at least in the lyrics, has not deserted him. Nashville's Red wades into the hardly murky deep of relationship dramatics with "Yours Again". This little tilt spreads across your eardrums like you'd stretch two hammock strands across a tree. The aural wallpaper spreads across your brain. Little by little "Yours Again" has your attention and refuses to let go. This searing blow to the senses works powerfully. Drummer Dan Johnson cracks whip behind the kit at the precise seconds when he has to make it count the most. This level of effort makes Michael's job that much easier. The Armstrong tag team, Anthony and Randy give you all the cranium-crashing slow cooking guitar thrills you want and then some. Played out over a close to five minute exercise in milking the dramatics right down to the last drop those guitars burn a convincing hole in mid chest and they know they have you pinned to the wall. Michael doesn't go anywhere near attempting to launch his emotive pipes outside his established vocal range. That helps him glide over top of the crush your innards to a fine paste noise his band mates are putting on full display. It's calculated serial murderer crush but crush just the same. There really isn't much of a showoff bridge chock full of chances for each band member to flex for the camera. To me the restraint works in their favor. You get a chance to exhale following the heaviness Red has laid down. You'll find the track on the "Beauty and Rage" album. "Yours Again" displays both concepts. The Reaper sends his regards in a sense via Michael's admission that he's staring into the blackness that's staring back at him. That's feel good vibe in a nutshell, yes? Sizable angst revolving around the question "Why did I try to live without you?" Regret, she can be a very cruel mistress indeed. I don't have advice for Mikey but the agony he's clearly put in front of us may make you want to give it your very best shot. Her love represents his source of light. Been there. Heard that. However since his group doesn't waffle where sincerity of intent goes I'll hold off on putting the screws to him. Colliding hearts and minds sounds highly chaotic. Kudos again to Michael for extending us emotional investment credit in the bank. Torment thy name is Michael. He mires in self doubt, a shred of clothes many of us have worn ourselves at one time or another. "Will I wake up from this moment? Will I see you slip away? "Or is this a new beginning of beauty and rage?" It's insomnia promoting questioning I tells you. Surely each of us has at least one life moment we'd like to mimeograph and save for the particularly rainy days. Michael speaks what many of us lack the eloquence to belt out. As has been true with past rock columns I point out how bass looms large and looms impressively. You haven't nearly the lasting impression on the mind without it. We're talking taffy pull impressiveness. Red avoids code blue by giving "Yours Again" the space to breathe deep, breathe emphatically, breathe convincingly. "Yours Again" puts on the open market a taut to the breaking point thriller that's lip smacking delicious for everyone.