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AllMusic Review by Jo-Ann Greene
With clenched fists in the air, boots to the floor, and anger swelling in their chests, the members of Rise Against return with their second album, Revolutions Per Minute.
It's a two-pronged attack. From the north blows the fury of their
hearts, swept up as they are in their passion for a girl who is "Like
the Angel," but love that strong almost inevitably eventually engenders
the opposite emotions -- and so it is with Rise.
And even as they beg on "Amber Changing" to pretend that tonight will
never end, the relationship sours, and even their "Last Chance Blueprint
fails to change the emotional landscape, leaving nothing but hatred it
its wake, reaching a paroxysm of viciousness on "To the Core," a
ferocious, fever-pitched number written and delivered with pure vitriol.
If that's the bitter northern wind, bringing with it blizzards of
wintry emotions warmed only by the heat of anger boiling in their
hearts, the gale from the south comes as no relief. This, to continue
the metaphor, is the wind of political change that descended with
hurricane force on 9/11 and left all of us, Rise included, reeling in its wake. Across the rest of Revolutions,
the bandmembers scan the wasteland around them and see people running
for cover, desperate to find a shred of security again. But as
"Blood-Red, White & Blue" makes clear, safety is an illusion, and
our bomb-laden reply futile. "Would God bless a murder of the
innocents?...a war based on pride?...a money-hungry government? No."
Desperate for a real leader, we are left with the blind leading the
blind, where "every problem is solved with a fight." "Is this the point
where we give up?...give in?...turn ourselves in?" they demand to know
on "Halfway There." Railing against a government bent on revenge and
friends blinded to reality, the band cries out for a revolution with
"Black Masks & Gasoline." Like all Revolutions,
this is an album filled with anguish -- spiritual, emotional, and
political -- a roar against the tide of history washing over us, echoed
by the wrenching pain of love lost. The music is as impassioned as the
lyrics, rubbing emotions raw and minds numb.
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