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The ultimate rock and roll statement. The original final big bang before the end (which never came). Six minutes of endless rock bravado. The ultimate salad of rehashed riffs.
Condemned to Rock ‘n’ Roll is so overblown you can’t help but love it. It’s the “true spirit” of rock wrapped into one song. It lives out of excess, from notority. It’s both a big “fuck you” as well as a grand love letter. The whole monster climaxes into a frantic solo masturbation before fizzing out: “there’s nothing I wanna see/there’s nowhere I wanna go”. If the band had really lived up to their original manifestos and quit right after GT (create a monster classic and fade out right away, throwing away everything), Condemned to Rock ‘n’ Roll would have been a fantastic full stop to everything.
But the band didn’t and right now Condemned exists as the overblown and overconfident ode to rock excess at the very end of a ridiculously sprawling glam rock giant. It pretty much wraps the whole album into one song and thus serves as the ultimate exclamation mark of the album’s point and attitude.