The older Henry Rollins gets, the more I like him. Which is to say, not much these days, but more than I liked him when he was a younger, more intense asshole who bullied kids who were just trying to do an interview. It seems since he got greyer and jowlier he also attempted to become more self-deprecating and funny while utilising his still blunt (yet increasingly woke) social commentary in ways that don’t exclusively involve a healthy dose of vitriol (which is still an effective and approved method, granted).

Here, Rollins gives the Dr Seuss book Oh, The Places You’ll Go a brutally honest assessment with hilarious, and somewhat sobering, results.

If you think you can handle it, Rollins will be returning to NZ in August for a spoken word tour…

And just because, some classic Black Flag…