Nickelback Executes a One In a Million Guitar Hedonist's Dream

How far them there Nickelback boys have come from the "How You Remind Me" days. That now sounds positively geriatric compared to the boosters set to launch hurl into the sun posed by "Million Miles an Hour". If you've been spending your days in pursuit of the perfect dumb guitar jam your journey could end right here. Chad Kroeger gets right down to the nitty gritty of it. His orbit gorges itself on an aura of invincibility. Oh what the right drugs can do for your perspective, the lenses through which you view your life. Wouldn't it be outstanding if rock's big 'ol slice of Canadian bacon Chad could let us have a whiff. Breathing walls doesn't bode well for one's long term health but at the time the high feels too awesome to pass up. Many's the teen who's likely claimed he did the crazy things he did because he felt bulletproof. Again, the crazy ass things drugs have you believing. I personally can vouch for the hard truths of "Insanity is setting in. Reality is getting thin." Been there, done that, am desperately trying to see the rainbow obscured by the family tree. I'm going to be forever grateful for the work-around. It's like the universe never give a lick of thought to genetic compatibility. It has us all in this broth trying not to strangle each other before we reach the other side. But digression means regression so onward I go. Chad goes ballistic with his guitar. His steely gaze firing off one unreal riff after another. Forget about chord changes and the luster they can add to any musical offering. Usually I'm riding that bandwagon like I'm the one who successfully made the last down payment on it. On "Million Miles an Hour" legend spawns from the madness of Chad, his frenzied fingers, and the demonic sounds oozing from within. Nowhere does he shift from A to F to G, and so on. This drug haze gone wickedly wrong derives its enslavement from locking in to one super amplified setting and letting Chad's bravado do the rest of the work. What a difference eight years make. "Savin' Me" barely dents the hard rock enthusiast's palate. Meanwhile "Million Miles an Hour" rips the palate off the tongue and takes a wicked piss on it. Any of you with broods to be concerned about make sure they don't read that last passage. If I'm accused of corrupting minors how's that going to affect my karma? Not too damn nicely I suspect. Some days artistic license needs revoking or at the very least could use a stern talking to. The bread and butter is guitar. That's why I can't speak to much innovative or clever. Nickelback makes that moot. Damn how ingenious the boys are for getting away with it on a grand scale. Chad shouldn't get total credit though. Daniel Adair hammers away on drums, a man possessed, a man whose machinations go hand in glove with Chad's drugged out delirium. Mike Kroeger dumps in some fine bass, stirs the pot, and voila...not exactly like Mom uses to make but a worthy fill-in. I salute this standout track from "No Fixed Address". "A Million Miles an Hour" exemplifies escapism bound to transport you a million miles away from your cares or the obligation to express the emotions demonstrating you have any in the first place.