Terry Anderson And The Olympic Ass-Kickin’ Team – (Doublenaught Records)
Terry Anderson has one of the noblest agendas in music. He just wants to rock and roll, folks. And that’s what he and his “team” do all over this CD. Taking their cues from the likes of Rockpile, Faces, NRBQ, and all those bands that deserve to be on every jukebox coast-to-coast, Anderson and his Olympian band have mastered the art of making good-time music. Anderson gets right down to business on the opening shot of “Can’t Get The One You Want”, a great fast-talkin’ boogie that gets your foot tappin’ and “You Know Me” with its classic chugging rhythm. Anderson reunites with Yayhoo pals Dan Baird and Eric “Roscoe” Ambel on “Purple GTO”, which easily could have been on a Georgia Satellites album, while songs like the sweet “Inez” and “Sunday Dress” show that Anderson and his Team can deliver a pop song (think Al Anderson-penned NRBQ songs like “Riding In My Car” – actually, pal Al co-wrote “You Know Me” with our Terry) that should be coming out of every rock and roll radio station coast-to-coast. Further diversions come in the way of the country-flavoured “$100 A Week” and the plea for a loved one to go to “Rehab”. Here, Jamie Hoover and Caitlin Cary help out on a song that sounds like an intervention where the accusers are going to step out for a drink or two afterwards thanks to its back porch stomp. Throughout the set, Anderson enjoys the support of some fine players - as in guitarist Roger Gupton, bassist Jack Cornell (who produced the CD as well) and a few guests that dropped by for a song or two. It comes off as if “there’s a party at Anderson’s place” and the lethargic need not attend.
This isn’t anything new for Anderson, who has put out some great music over the years (if there’s a bad Anderson CD, I haven’t heard it) under his own name, and as a member of The Yayhoos. But note that he’s no mere “retro” act – there’s enough personality on these tunes to make them stand out. Anderson is achingly sentimental about rock and roll and, ironically enough, ends up sounding like a stranger in a strange land in today’s musical climate.
It’s just that rock and roll’s original formula suits Anderson just fine, thank you.