Album Review: RHETT FORRESTER - The Canadian Years Rhett Forrester, the man, the myth, the mullet-wielding legend.
Known for his powerful vocals and larger-than-life stage presence, Forrester takes us on a wild ride with his latest release, “The Canadian Yearsâ€.
From the moment the opening track hits your ears, you're transported to a world where denim is king and guitar solos reign supreme.
Forrester's raspy voice cuts through the music like a chainsaw through butter, delivering lyrics that are equal parts introspective and rebellious.
Tracks like “Maple Leaf Mayhem†and “Eh, What's This Aboot?†showcase Forrester's ability to blend classic rock influences with a Canadian twist.
It's like Rush meets Bryan Adams, with a sprinkle of Canadian bacon on top.
But it's not all about the sound with Forrester - the album artwork is a sight to behold.
Featuring Forrester riding a moose, sporting a leather jacket and aviators, it's clear that this album is not meant for the faint of heart.
Overall, “The Canadian Years†is a raucous journey through the Great White North, filled with catchy hooks, killer riffs, and more Canadian stereotypes than you can shake a hockey stick at.
So grab a beer, throw on your flannel, and crank this album up to 11 - you won't regret it.
Cheers, eh!
Known for his powerful vocals and larger-than-life stage presence, Forrester takes us on a wild ride with his latest release, “The Canadian Yearsâ€.
From the moment the opening track hits your ears, you're transported to a world where denim is king and guitar solos reign supreme.
Forrester's raspy voice cuts through the music like a chainsaw through butter, delivering lyrics that are equal parts introspective and rebellious.
Tracks like “Maple Leaf Mayhem†and “Eh, What's This Aboot?†showcase Forrester's ability to blend classic rock influences with a Canadian twist.
It's like Rush meets Bryan Adams, with a sprinkle of Canadian bacon on top.
But it's not all about the sound with Forrester - the album artwork is a sight to behold.
Featuring Forrester riding a moose, sporting a leather jacket and aviators, it's clear that this album is not meant for the faint of heart.
Overall, “The Canadian Years†is a raucous journey through the Great White North, filled with catchy hooks, killer riffs, and more Canadian stereotypes than you can shake a hockey stick at.
So grab a beer, throw on your flannel, and crank this album up to 11 - you won't regret it.
Cheers, eh!






