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Terry Anderson has one of the noblest agendas in music. He just wants to rock and roll, folks. And that’s what he and his “team” do. Taking their cues from the likes of Rockpile, Faces, NRBQ, and all those bands that deserve to be on every jukebox coast-to-coast, Anderson and his Olympian band have mastered the art of making great music.


Terry Anderson and the OAK Team – More Smooth Jazz and Sweet Sweet Jams
Coming off like a cross between Exile On Main Street-era Stones and your favorite band at the local watering hole on a Saturday night, Terry Anderson and the boys play their brand of rock fast and loose and with some country-esque overtones. It’s a highly enjoyable brew that’ll have you singing – and probably drinking – along in no time flat.

John Borack - Goldmine Magazine


More Smooth Jazz and Sweet Sweet Jams (Doublenaught)

“I’ve got every sound that makes you glad to be alive,” Terry Anderson declares on “I’m Your Radio.”

Isn’t that what it all comes down to? Isn’t that what we’re all looking for in music?

One thing’s for sure: Few evoke that glad-to-be-alive feeling in this listener as well as Terry Anderson and his Olympic Ass-Kickin’ Team. These North Carolinians remind you why you fell in love with rock-and-roll in the first place. They don’t try to reinvent the music – thank goodness – they just distill it to its glorious essence. And not only do they continue to do that, but you’re holding in your hands the evidence that they are getting even better at it. How many rockers can you say that about?

Terry remains an ingenious lyricist with a hook-happy flair, but in many of these new songs, from “Gambled and Lost” to “I’m Your Radio” and “Not Turning Around,” we also sense a stronger  emotional undertow that gives them a deeper pull amid all the usual fun.  As a unit, the OAKTeam – Jack and Dave and Greg accompanying Terry and his drums – has developed into a powerhouse unit.  They  can rock like ass, as their leader likes to say, but also deftly navigate the sweet but never sticky pop of numbers like “Spend the Night.” And they’ve learned to do it with a growing level of studio craft that  never dulls any of the exhilarating, in-your-face immediacy of the tunes.

So there you go. This is music that SHOULD be blasting from radios everywhere. In the meantime, we lucky fans are treated to another blast of the best medicine. As Terry puts it, again in “I’m Your Radio” – “I know what you want to hear.” Does he ever.

Nick Cristiano - The Philadelphia Inquirer


National Champions (Doublenaught)

If listening to some artists' music can feel like work, the collected output of Terry Anderson and the Olympic Ass Kickin Team—a blend of pig-picking goodtimes pop (NRBBQ?) and huge-speaker bar-band rock—is pure play. Anderson has been at it for more than 30 years, and his tunes have stocked the shelves of the Fabulous Knobs, the Woods, the Yayhoos and various other Dan Baird enterprises. A quick trip through a cross-section of those recordings should inspire an image of Anderson, kneeling before a Mount Rushmore of, from left to right, Chuck Berry, Keith Richards, Nick Lowe and Paul Westerberg.

True to form, that foursome is present and accounted for in varying dosages on National Champions, from the Berry-styled raved-up travelogue "Found Missin'" and the slicing Stonesy guitars on "Willie Mays" to the pub-rock jangle of "About You" and the Replacements-as-power-poppers rush of "Is We or Ain't We."

Thematically, the two biggest wildcards are "Willie Mays" and "Pow'ful 'Merka." The former is a grilling of the title hero's godson, Barry Bonds, and possibly Anderson's most hook-crammed creation yet. That's saying something for a guy with "Boyfriend 2" in his past. When he sings of home run 756 being for "needle pricks," it's the rarely attempted triple entendre. Gotta swing for the fences sometimes, right BB? The latter, a character study presented in knowingly bombastic glory, plays out like the soundtrack to the book Deer Hunting with Jesus. Anderson's biggest statement? He doesn't make statements. He just observes.

Elsewhere, Anderson pretty much sticks to his songwriting sweet spots: sex (filed under not enough, too much and make-up), women and sexy women. He covers at least two of those three on "Wrong for That," a cut that's actually the record's biggest musical departure. A true soul song (more Philly and Chicago than Muscle Shoals, though), "Wrong for That" boasts a solo that wandered blissfully off a Chi-Lites record and a recitation that's equal parts ABC After-School Special and Joe Tex. The number flirts with parody, but Anderson and the OAK Team make it work. That is, they make it feel like play.

Rick Cornell - Independent Magazine


When the OAKTeam Comes to Town (Doublenaught)

The best-named band in the land led by the incomparable Terry Anderson offers a 21-track should-be greatest hits collection recorded live in Raleigh. Anderson, a frequent songwriting partner of Al Anderson (no relation), is a black belt in the bad-assed roots-rocking power pop perfected by masters such as NRBQ and Rockpile. His twisted sense of humor is obvious on songs such as “Daddy Had a Wreck” and “Mr. Bus Driver Man” as is his love of booze on “Feel a Drunk” and “Thunderbird.” But he also can do non-cheesy love songs with ease: “Yesterday Clyde Virginia” and “Sunday Dress.” On the latter, bassist Jack Cornell’s perfect vocals are enough to make Eddie Hinton smile in blue-eyed soul heaven. Fun and well done from start to finish.

Andy Turner - Pop Culture Press


Terry Anderson and the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team (Doublenaught)

Terry Anderson has knocked around the New South music scene for 20 years, as drummer for the Woods, the Backsliders and others, not to mention the writer of the Georgia Satellites' "Battleship Chains" and Dan Baird's "I Love You Period." This is his fourth solo album, and it's a killer. Southern-fried roots rock, butt-thumping country, lip-locking hooks and a good-natured sense of humor make the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team the best goodtime rock & roll band since Rockpile, whose Dave Edmunds seems to be a guiding spirit here. A reoccurring theme of the joys and perils of alcohol adds a bittersweet aftertaste, but overall, this is pure fun.

Michael Toland

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