When put side by side, a lyric like “No, his mind is not for rent / To any god or government” from Rush’s signature hit “Tom Sawyer” isn’t all that far removed from “White people go to school / Where they teach you how to be thick” from The Clash’s “White Riot.” Rush has never been cooler than they are right now. With their individualist verbosity, compositional intricacies, technical wizardry and terminal fashion sensibilities, the prog-rock power trio (and pride of the Great White North) have always opted to perpetuate their place as an aesthetic refugee camp for misfits and indoor kids over commercial ambitions and timely pop-radio pandering — although they did get
wayyyy into using synths in the ’80s. As a result, Rush are arguably rock’s biggest — not to mention longest running — mass-cult phenomenon that’s just one 30-minute drum solo away from The Grateful Dead. And that’s punk as fuck. While, for some, deal-breakers like Geddy Lee’s histrionic, scrotum-in-a-vice vocal stylings and Neil Peart’s … well, Neil Peart-y-ness make them a hard band to enjoy, their steadfast commitment to never stop marching to the odd-metered beat of their own drummer (
literally) make them impossible not to respect — unless, of course, you serve on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s board of directors. When it comes to attending tonight’s concert at Bridgestone Arena, the Rush faithful need no convincing. For newcomers and casual observers, there simply couldn’t be a better time to see the band than now, as they’ll perform their 1981 masterstroke
Moving Pictures in full — in addition to catalogue staples the likes of “Subdivisions,” “Freewill” and “The Spirit of Radio.”
— Adam Gold