Let’s Go by Brian Connolly Sweet – A Hard Rock Blast from 1995 That Still Kicks Ass
Alright, let’s cut the crap. Let’s Go isn’t just another rock album—it’s a fing punch in the face with riffs sharp enough to slice steel and hooks sticky as tar. Released in ‘95 under Bam Records, this sucker is packed with raw energy and nostalgia that’ll slap you back to the glory days of hard rock without sounding like some dusty museum piece.
Brian Connolly, frontman extraordinaire, delivers vocals so powerful they could knock your teeth out if you’re not careful. And yeah, he didn’t do it alone—Dave Farmer on drums hits harder than my landlord when rent's late, while Glen Williams shreds guitar solos that feel like lightning bolts straight to your spine. Oh, and Steve Mulvey? Dude’s keyboard work adds layers of sleaze and swagger that make this whole thing pop off like fireworks at a biker rally.
Now, let’s talk tracks. You can’t ignore “Ballroom Blitz.” It’s iconic for a reason—it’s fast, loud, and dripping with attitude. The chorus slams into your skull like a freight train, and those backing vocals (shoutout to Dave, David, Glen, and Steve) are pure chaos in the best way possible. Every time I hear it, I wanna grab a mic stand and pretend I’m headlining Wembley Stadium. F yeah.
Then there’s “Hellraiser,” which might be one of the most underrated cuts here. Written by Chinn/Chapman—the same geniuses behind Sweet’s classic hits—it’s got this relentless groove that digs its claws into you and doesn’t let go. The lyrics are simple but hit hard: rebellion, adrenaline, living life on the edge. Plus, the guitar solo midway through? Absolute fire. Like, throw-your-cigarette-on-the-floor-and-stomp-it-out kinda hot.
But what makes Let’s Go stand out isn’t just its killer tunes—it’s how it blends old-school Sweet vibes with a modern twist. Tracks like “Burn On The Flame” and “Wait ‘Til The Morning Comes” prove these guys weren’t content resting on their laurels. They came to play rough, and they delivered.
So why does this album stick with me? Maybe it’s because it feels dangerous. Not in a “I’m gonna rob a bank” kind of way, but more like, “If I crank this up too loud, my neighbors will call the cops.” Or maybe it’s because it reminds me that rock ‘n’ roll isn’t dead—it’s just waiting for someone to light the fuse again.
Final thought? If you think hard rock died in the '80s, shove Let’s Go into your playlist and eat your words. This album ain’t perfect—it’s messy, wild, and unapologetically human. Just the way rock should be. Now excuse me while I go bang my head against a wall and scream along to “Teenage Rampage.”
Oh, and hey—if aliens ever invade Earth, I’m blasting this album first. Bet they’ve never heard anything like it.
