There is one thing you can always count on with George Thorogood, his music is not going to change. "Ride ‘Til I Die" continues his firm grasp of blues-rock. Making music now in his fourth decade, there seems to be no stopping George. He can still sing and grind away with his one and only gruff voice and his guitar slung low on hips with the energy and verve of performers half his age.

All I can think of is one thing when his name is mentioned-Ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone! There is no doubt that he is. He laid down his tracks long ago for his locomotive blues-rock train (1977 to be exact, with his self-titled album) and he shows no signs of turning off his engine.

If there is one man alive that has carved his own unique niche in blues-rock history, it is George. Like I said, his music never changes and you know what to expect, and the best part about it is that he always delivers the goods. The blues are generally predictable and the stories are always surrounding woman, ego, money, and booze, then all the emotions that play into those subjects. You can bet your last dollar that it is who is telling the story that makes all the difference, and of course, the music that provides the navigation. GT makes it all new even though you have heard the stories told a thousand times before. He has the gift of gab, only its set to rousing music. Maybe it is his voice, the driving rhythms, the guitar, or the deadly combination of all of those factors coming at you like a speeding bullet aimed right at your heart and soul. Yes, he sure does have crosshairs on that six-string and he is an accomplished sharpshooter.

The hard driving rock solid "Fixer" ends with George spelling out fixer as "fix her," as he sings and plays about being the savior to all womanhood. Let us say that George is the proverbial rock ‘n’ roll chauvinist with a tale to tell. He can get away with it though, he lets his music do the talkin’ and I do not see anyone putting up a fuss since he started. After all, it is all in good fun. "Ride ‘Til I Die" is not about breaking in a horse at the ranch; it is immodest statement of sexual virility from a musical stud. That is the blues baby, take it or leave it. It is George’s way or the highway on "My Way," although he says that he is a steady unflappable gent, he still likes it his way.

This man has always flexed his musical muscles with the words to back it up and people love him for it. I am sure many folks wish they could be as bold in their lives. Yup, GT and the boys are back with a bang on their new label Eagle Records and ready to rock you for another decade. Same old story, same old George...You betcha! I wouldn’t want it any other way.