“Let’s Go!” by Michael V. Doane, begins like an idle summer reverie, the warm strumming of guitars unfurling a flickering field of sun-bleached memories. Each chord is a champagne-gilded splinter from Americana’s twinkling mosaic, treading on the very echoes lingering in the halls where Elvis once gyrated and Janis Joplin wailed.
Doane’s voice – his honey-drunk timbre is raw denim sewn with liquid gold – embarks on this audacious escapade. It swells to fill every measure with sweet melancholy and wild ecstasy; an elegy for youth shimmying rhythmically into a rock-and-roll jaunt against oblivion.
Suddenly, we are plunged into tumultuous torrents of electrifying riffs that collide tempestuously with hard-honed country soul. The journey lurches between lamentation and jubilance-a tragicomic ballet tracing life’s chiaroscuro contours—a raucous seduction back-flipping onto comforting whispers nestled in twilight serenity—all punctuated by fleeting reminiscences flashing like distant fireflies against a star-swathed August sky.
The music video roots this churning carnival within aging bardolators locked inside their buoyant dance til death do them part- A sublime allegory evoking Romeo & Juliet set amidst Woodstock graffiti or perhaps Ullyses’ last voyage now bathed dazzling neon lights trouncing Vegas’ gaudy glitter.
In brevity then, “Let’s Go!” bellies its epic range: Fearlessly revealing time’s savage ravages yet exulting ceaseless striving adventures shimmering past despair’s desolate shoal—not unlike tuning from Burial at Sea dirges unto Sgt Pepper ‘s Beatlemania dreamscape—An exquisite chiaroscuro evoking Infinity shedding painful metamorphosis, finally emerging resplendent phoenix dancing flamboyantly across a storm-kissed dusk, proclaiming joyous defiance strumming alongside mortality’s mournful melody.
