Friday Full-Length: Fu Manchu, Go for It… Live!
Posted in Bootleg Theater on March 13th, 2026 by JJ KoczanI’m really glad Go For It… Live! exists. Don’t expect much more insight than that here. Fu Manchu‘s first live album, the 2CD Go For It… Live! was recorded over the course of 2002 as the San Clemente heavy rockers supported their sixth long-player, California Crossing (discussed here), and released in July 2003 as their first and only offering through SPV Records, and crucially, their first with drummer Scott Reeder (no, not the same Scott Reeder who was in Kyuss; yes, I know that Brant Bjork, whom this Scott Reeder replaced in Fu Manchu, was in Kyuss; it’s okay to get people with the same name mixed up) in the lineup. Heads up on that solo in “Anodizer.”
No easy task, that, but as Fu Manchu delved into the classic heavy tradition of the double-live album — see also Deep Purple, Foghat, Rush, Black Sabbath, Molly Hatchet, Judas Priest, on and on — they gave crucial representation to the punkish vitality at root in their sound, which by then had already grown fuller and fuzzier with age (who among us?). It runs 22 songs and is 96 minutes long and, more than two decades later, feels like an important documenting of who the band were at the time and how they played what the ensuing years would establish as some of their most revered work. How are you ever going to beat opening with “Hell on Wheels” from King of the Road (discussed here) or capping with the still-likely-to-close “Saturn III” from 1997’s The Action is Go (discussed here). These songs are iconic in the genre and certainly among Fu Manchu‘s catalog, and Go For It… Live! accordingly feels like it was years in the making.
Maybe even a little late. I’ll readily admit I’m a nerd for bootlegs, for documenting a band’s sound as it happens. Any live record, especially one that isn’t ‘Live in This Place on This Day’ but the more general ‘Live’ is going to have a filter. It’s been mixed, mastered. It’s not as raw as it would be right off the board and that’s fine, because there’s a balance between professional presentation and the rawer energy of the performance, which is still allowed to come through. Fu Manchu sound more like a punk band playing “Asphalt Risin'” here than they had since the
band’s first EP (discussed here), and that’s an important part of where they come from. It’s also something of a greatest-hits collection from a band who probably would never put out that kind of thing since in their 35-plus years they never have. A Fu Manchu mixtape, with “Boogie Van” ready for a singalong and “Over the Edge” somehow even hookier than the studio version.
As noted, the band had six records out by the time they did this live record, so if you believe in due, they were that. It was also a fitting time, though, as they looked to continue hard-won momentum coming off a succession of killer albums, the prior four of which had been released through Mammoth Records. And I won’t minimize the Bjork-for-Reeder swap — that was a pivotal event in the history of the band; Reeder is the last piece of the current lineup — but a kind of stability had been found with Brad Davis on bass and Bob Balch on guitar alongside founding guitarist/vocalist Scott Hill, so it made sense in that context as well. These years later, it’s a nostalgic listen.
One could also, specifically now, see it as the keystone to Fu Manchu‘s 1990-2002 era. It summarizes their progression and the shape their sound took over that stretch by digging into what have in the years since become classics like “Ojo Rojo,” “Mongoose,” “Regal Begal” and their take on Blue Öyster Cult‘s “Godzilla,” among others. They execute like the band-on-fire that they were, and sound very much like emergent headliners in “Downtown in Dogtown” and the swagger of “Strato-Streak,” the former from California Crossing and the latter from 1996’s In Search Of… (discussed here), both adding to the feel of Go For It… Live! as a Fu Manchu mixtape.
But this was both a beginning and an end for Fu Manchu. The four-piece that makes their argument here — Hill, Balch, Davis, Reeder — is still the same band that’s touring this year, and even in their first year, i.e. 2002, they have it nailed down. This won’t always be the case, but right now, they did six LPs before this (plus singles, EPs, etc.), and they’ve done six records since, so Go For It…Live!, in addition to being like the mixtape the band spent a year making just for you to enjoy it more than two decades later, is a convenient landmark in the progression of their sound and songwriting.
The word I can’t get out of my head is “celebration,” but that also is hindsight speaking. One could hardly begrudge Fu Manchu a victory lap at this point in their career, but I don’t think that’s what Go For It… Live! was necessarily intended to be, but it’s part of what it does as a front-to-back listen anyhow. Maybe that impression can’t be helped since the songs they’re running through like it’s any given night on tour because, absolutely, that’s what it was, have become such in-genre classics, but I’ll tell you as well that having made my way through their catalog to this point, arriving at Go For It…Live! is a chance to look back on everything they’d accomplished in a way that another studio record couldn’t.
I suppose that’s part of how live albums happen in the first place, but as a fan, it gives you a chance to appreciate that moment whether you were there or not, and like I said at the outset, I’m really glad it exists, especially these years later because it’s a time that won’t come again. Even with the same lineup. To me, that makes Go For It…Live! all the more of a milestone for Fu Manchu as they continued to refine their style and craft. They let loose. For more than an hour and a half. What more could you want?
As always, I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading.
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Today, The Patient Mrs. is flying to Italy to lead students — like 27 of them, with one other professor chaperoning — on an eight-day trip. She’s excited, I think a bit nervous, and ready. The Pecan and I will muddle through as best we are able. It is going to be a low-demand weekend.
Kid’s got a birthday party tomorrow and an archery lesson on Sunday. Sunday’s bath day. Monday is OT after school. Tuesday night I’ve got Hungarian. Wednesday bath. Thursday OT after school. She’s off next Friday, so we’ll try to do something fun, and then Saturday we pick up The Patient Mrs. at JFK. I’m not worried about getting through the week — I mean, I am, but that’s more general than acute anxiety related to The Patient Mrs. not being around — but The Pecan misses her when she’s gone, and this is the longest trip The Patient Mrs. has taken since The Pecan was born, so yeah. Think I might end up spending $80 on some Battlebots thing at Barnes and Noble this afternoon.
Once I’m over the hump of the birthday party, I’ll be fine. I hate those things. The parents stand around, the kids run around like wildebeests and then everyone’s expected to go sit at the table and sing and all that. The Pecan never stops moving, and transitions are hard, the singing is overwhelming and it’s never fun. We’ll go for a bit — it’s at a climbing gym, so at least she’ll get some movement in — and I’ll sit in a corner and be weird while she plays for a while.
Next week is also a Quarterly Review. I’m behind on news as it is, but not as far behind as I’m going to be after next week.
Zelda update before I go: I put the ‘Shinobi no Satori’ mod on Tears of the Kingdom and it’s super-fun. You can jump in the air and I’ve been cheesing shrines and collecting items and korok seeds as I go and generally having a good time in caves and such. Best game I ever played, not that I’ve played them all or anything. I keep going back to it, even two and a half years later.
I was up at 2:30, then 3:30, then 4AM today, so we’ll see how the day progresses. It’s still early as I write this (coming on 7AM), but it’s nice to know whenever I crash that at least the day is done. I’m gonna wrap this up shortly and start putting the back end of the QR posts together.
Have a great and safe weekend. Fuck fascism, fuck war, fuck you if you support rapists, war criminals, pedophiles and the hatemongering oligarchs who’ve shaped the horrors of our day. Hydrate while you can before the data centers take all the water.
FRM.




