South Florida's lawless exotic rental car industry keeps rolling.
In Texas, restitution for victims is nothing but a state-sanctioned sham.
If you thought Seattle couldn't fetishize coffee any more, you haven't been to a "cupping" yet.
So, yes, this erstwhile six-string savant is a tremendously green songwriter. But if you can get past the cringeworthy moments of One Man Revolution, you'll find a record with a lot of sincerity. Morello's deep voice booms with indictments of the Bush administration and whispers laments of class stratification, while Brendan O'Brien's spare production gives songs legs when needed (delicate piano on "Let Freedom Ring," bagpipes and drums on "The Road I Must Travel"). Mostly O'Brien leaves these tracks unadorned, though, letting the rough-shod performance deliver a resonance that Morello's words do not. John Vettese