If staring into The Void for an hour leaves you with a relentless cold fury, a taste for ritualized pain and a head-held-high righteousness about it all, you probably would have enjoyed the Henry Rollins Band's local debut at Club Lingerie on Saturday. Truthfully, it wasn't much different from the big shtick that the punk-rocker-turned-poet carried around as the lead singer of Black Flag for seven years.
Yes, he's got a new borderline punk/metal/fusion backing trio; heavy on the barre chords, soggy on the sub-accents. Yes, he's got a new independent album ("Life Time") of all new material. Yes, the band sounds just like--too much like--the record. No, there really isn't one mega-def, "instant classic" number in the bunch. No, he still hasn't figured out how to communicate within the context of a slow song, either.