Scott Sorry - When We Were Kings - Alex Main

Scott Sorry is back and he’s back with a bang.
When we were kings, his debut solo release, is a magnum opus, a release of breathtaking energy, commitment and passion.
Biographical in nature it is akin to a self help book, but with punk rock credentials.
Here is a man who admits to falling off the tracks, of fucking up, a man who hit rock bottom, and a man who reached a point where he knew he only had two options available to him.
One was to succumb to the darkness and embrace self destruction.
The other to man up, accept personal failings, lift himself from the floor and make amends, to work towards being a better person, a better husband, a better father, a better human being.
The latter is undoubtedly the tougher journey, but also the most rewarding.
Thankfully the latter is what he did, and that journey is mapped out on this album.
Every scar picked up is shown to the world - even those that are carved on his psyche - every scab is picked at until the truth below is revealed, and laudably there is a lack of condemnation of others as he bares his soul for us all.
There’s no judgement included anywhere.
No finger pointing lurking in the corners.
Scott owns it all, and if you immerse yourself in the lyrics he is very clearly saying that he came back from the brink, and so can you.
Nowhere is there a hint of superiority allowed to take root.
Rather he is reaching out and offering a hand to those who are struggling and offering them his songs.
Listen to the common denominator punk rock out there with all its ‘fuck the police’ faux punk rock unity bollocks, and then listen to this and tell me what one sounds more real.
This works because it screams its honesty at us.
It works because it is one person telling his truth, and hoping that others can benefit from it.
He asks for nothing but instead gives of himself freely.
There’s no downside to the message.
When the last track plays out there is a sense of feeling that we are not all individually cut off from each other, but rather that there is a real connection, a connection made through shared experiences, through being simply human, and that if we allow ourselves to acknowledge this we will be okay, maybe even more than okay.
And that matters.
Scott is telling us that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even if it looks like a distant star on the darkest night imaginable it is there, and through his lyrics he is going to signpost the road to it for you.
To call it a feel good album wouldn’t really cover it though.
There’s too much soul bearing on show for it to be a shiny happy, but ultimately pointless, pill to swallow.
Instead this is a raucous howling at the moon punk release from a man with a proven track record as musician, that has a heart.
Just lend an ear to Amen, consider that he replaced Nikki Sixx in Brides of Destruction, then jumped ship with Ginger to reboot The Wildhearts, before ripping up venues with his Sinatras, and you can start to wrap your head around that this is not Scott’s first ride around the merry-go-round, and this album, while a solo debut, is not a tentative first step into the spotlight.
Like said earlier, there is now downside to this one
So ‘Till all the pieces fit.
Keep on fighting brothers and sisters, and let this be the soundtrack to that good fight
PS. A portion of the proceeds goes to Autism speaks. No downsides.