The Yardbirds. Train Kept A Rollin'. 1968.

The anthem at the office today.

1970 Home Improvements - The Bevis Frond, 1987.

Hands down Nick Saloman is my favorite brain-destroyer. This is from the late 80-s when he was still playing and recording everything himself.

In The Night - The Power of Zeus, 1970.

Thanks for the drugs, Barry Gordy. From the Rare Earth label.

Albert Lee. Country Boy. 1984.

No blog about face melting could possibly ignore the baddest ass country picker from Herefodshire, England.

Notice Ol' Slowhand in the audience getting served...again.

The Fly - The Mummies, 1991.

Turn to Stone - Joe Walsh / Barnstorm, 1972.

Joe flies 'solo' between his stints in the James Gang and helping out some California stockbrokers.

Action Woman - The Litter, 1967.

Tough-ass MPLS garage. Shit, this place used to be dirty with motorcycle gangs.

untitled solo - dude who works at a pet cemetary, 1976

Hold on to 1:19.

The Night Watch - King Crimson, 1974.

Fripp's a dude that noodles the fine line with me. There are times I find him super pretentious, there are other times that he nails it. There's a bit of both in this one.

Cozy Powell. Dance With The Devil. 1973.

Hey drummers, beat your meat to this.

Cozy Powell has played with just about every awesome band in the history of face melting rock music. The list is incredible. He's the ultimate journeyman, a ringer, a real lone wolf.

Jeff Beck Group. Going Down. 1972.

Is Jeff Beck my favorite rock guitar player ever? Decisions like this are so damn hard to make.

Take this song for instance. The real virtuoso here is Max Middleton on the ivories. Maybe even Bobby Tench behind the Mic...

Until the winds of Mt. Thor howl through his strings at the 2:17 mark, Beck is just impatiently waiting for Middleton to quit whacking off on the keys. He's fucking stretching his arms and cracking jokes!

I think maybe Hendrix and Gallagher are better "feel" players, and Page is definitely a better composer. There are a lot of dudes that are faster, and many that are more proficient at noodling. But for fucks sake, Jeff Beck has this sound that was just so far ahead of his time.

Listen to that entrance again at 2:17. There is a solid chance that some medicated school girl in the balcony ripped a small, but panty rattling shit after hearing that. Good god.

Blood, Sweat & Tears. Go Down Gamblin'. 1971.

"Born a natural loser..."