I know what you’re thinking; you’re thinking, “Thank GOD he’s FINALLY writing about VAN HALEN again! It’s been WAY. TOO. LONG!”
Listen, I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to indulge me here, because I, for quite some time, was pretty convinced that this band, this band that I love so much, would never again give me anything other than its oh-so-distant past to be excited about. So imagine my surprise when the new album — an album I was all but sure would be a letdown — turned out to be 10 tons of HOLYSHITTHISISAMAZING!
And after listening to that HOLYSHITTHISISAMAZING! album nonstop for a month, I was as giddy as a teenager by the time I headed to the show here in Philly on Monday. And I was even giddier when Eddie Van Halen positively tore shit up like he hasn’t in years.
(I was less giddy when I woke up Tuesday morning. That last shot someone bought for me? Totally uncalled for.)