Elemental, natural and supernatural, full of hurricanes, mermaids and femme
fatales, Drive comes on like scenes from a southern gothic neo-noir. There's vice,
danger and beauty everywhere. Venous snakes, all night diners, armed hold ups,
mermaids and demons.
Previous album Shakedown had press-bots yelling things like, "Chris Russell is the
master" [Sydney Morning Herald], ""Raw, sweaty...dangerous. ????" [The Age]
and "Chris Russell's constant and irresistible four to the floor blues guitar and
howling voice get stronger and stronger with each performance." [Unpaved]. This
time, when writing Drive he stopped listening to music all together, so as to hear his
own voice amongst everything else. Heading down a rabbit hole of film noir, the
fast dialogue, relentless narrative and dog-leg plot turns fired his imagination to
write from a different perspective.

With the additional perspective change - enter one Dave Folley - putting fire on the
drums, in Diamond Dave's first recorded contribution to the outfit, things were
happening in a whirlwind. Risks taken, more done, exercise books filling rapidly with
black ink, no expense or overdub spared: the gut instincts were driving and the
difference is incendiary. Hop in. Let's roll.