Felt. World. 1971.

YES YES YES.

Deep Purple. April. 1970.

A strange little film highlighting the relentless badassery of one Jon Lord, The Master of the Keys.

His last name is Lord. Can't get much more metal than that.

Stray. Leave It Out. 1971.

These fuckers keep surprising me.

Dust. Ivory. 1972.

I could look at this album cover all day, dudes.

Diamond Head. Am I Evil. 1987.

Birmingham dudes always shred.

Galactic Love / Silverbird / C'mon Everybody - UFO, 1972.

Larry Wallis burned hard and fast in his short stint in UFO.

Burning - Sweet, 1973.

The Beast / The Great Game (live), Bedlam, 1974.

As long as we are talking Ball, let Dr. Dave's licks fuse forever the unholy clavicle of our own 'beast, Brewer. Get well, buddy.

Still There Will Be More - Procol Harum, 1970.

It's Christmas in October. Ball and Wilson unwrap your brain. Brooker tells it like it is.

The Small Faces. Rollin' Over. 1968.

Sweet ode to Hendrix in that opening riff by Marriott.

Led Zeppelin. As Long As I Have You/Fresh Garbage. 1969.

Not sure there is anything more face melting than this.

Eddie Hazel. Physical Love. 1977.

It's an Eddie Hazel type of day. Sick tight noodling with that mothership bump. Have mercy.

Silver Metre. Nightflight. 1970.

Leigh Stephens crushes worlds.

Stray. All in Your Mind. 1970.

Tony Joe White. Stud Spider. 1970.

Live at the Isle of Wight. 1970.

Flamin' Groovies. Slow Death. 1972.

A good friday jam indeed.

Mickey Baker. My Dog. 1972.

Tough to find footage of Mickey Baker. He's a bad dog alright.

Jimmy Page. Burn Up. 1967.

Written by Nicky Hopkins.
Produced by Glyn Johns.
Bass provided by John Paul Jones.
Vox by Chris Farlowe.
Drums  - Clem Cattini.
Axe by Jimmy Page.

"Everyone agreed to work for minimum wage -- except for Jimmy Page, who did the session in exchange for the publishing rights to the two original compositions on the album. Classic Jimmy."

Les Fleur De Lys. Circles/So Come On. 1966.

Mr. Jimmy Page, AKA the Dark Prince, on guitar in this psych shred fest.

Lonnie Mack. Asphalt Outlaw Hero. 1971.

Usually I tire pretty quickly of these blue collar anthems, but Lonnie Mack happens to be one of the baddest shredders that ever existed, and this riff is a testament to that. So pull up your Big Boy's and adjust your turquoise belt buckle. #squeedle

The Parliaments w Funkadelic. 1969.

The Parliaments original line-up backed up by Funkadelic. This is lunatic fringe shit. I like it. If you listen closely you can hear Eddie Hazel shred endlessly in the back drop.

Clear Light. Street Singer. 1967.

Holy shit, a good traveler Mark Shepherd just blew my mind with this heavier than lead psych freak-out. Clear Light. Pretty doomy. Got a real nice swampy bottom.

Bobby Beausoleil. Part IV. 1972.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

Aynsley Dunbar. Down, Down And Down. 1969.

Aynsley's in the pocket on this low movin' steamroller.

The Jeff Beck Group. Spanish Boots. 1969.

This one is sure to increase the blood flow to yer parts.

The Move. I Can Hear The Grass Grow. 1969.

"Put your head down to the ground and listen to your mind..."

The Other Half. I Need You. 1967.

Randy Holden's band before jetting for Blue Cheer and later going solo to create the heaviest album of all time, Population II.

Little known fact: Holden was asked to replace Jeff Beck in The Yardbirds, BEFORE THEY ASKED JIMMY PAGE.

Elias Hulk. Nightmare. 1970.

Picked up this doozy at Amoeba today.

Johnny Guitar Watson. Mister Magic. 1977.

Johnny Guitar Watson is said to be the guy that turned Sly Stone onto freebase. He's also a pretty renowned guitar diddler from way back. Here's some of his later 70's funky stuff, a little Grover Washington Jr. cover. That's a real mother for ya.

Chuck Berry. Memphis Tennessee. 1973.

A man amongst boys. What a fucking beast.

Mickey Baker & Memphis Slim. 1968.

Mickey Baker is a bona fide shredder and I think I just heard Memphis Slim's keys squeedle at the 1:58 mark. Make the sweet music, dudes.

Band of Joy. For What It's Worth. 1968.

Plant and Bonham pre-Zeppelin covering a blistering rendition of a Buffalo Springfield classic. It's got it all. Bonham's hallmark thunder and Plant's howling.

Buddy Miles. Runaway Child. 1971.

Shredding the pigment deprived in Finland circa 1971.

Link Wray. Midnight Lover. 1975.

Link Wray reveals his funky side. Charley Charles on the drums. Tight.

The Yardbirds. I'm a Man. 1967.

At about the 2:40 mark, the Dark Prince manifests an unholy shred spell that defines the blueprint for future Zep wizardry. Unfettered by the constrictive Yardbirds plodding, the young maestro makes the standard stop-time slow blues his own.

Diabolical shit, dudes.

Pink Fairies. 1973.

Supposedly some of the only live Pink Fairies footage in existence with Twink on drums. Kinda defines face melting, doesn't it?

Flower Travellin' Band. 21st Century Schizoid Man. 1970.

Shredding the Flower Travellin' Band on the water cooled Klipsch fetus destroyers. Good Saturday.

Bo Diddley. Elephant Man. 1970.

Bo Diddley's blues/psyche classic Black Gladiator was recently released by the Light In The Attic Records offshoot Future Days Recordings.

It rules.

Sensational Alex Harvey Band. Midnight Moses. 1974.

Scottish lads wearing make-up and shredding scalps.

Jeff Beck Group. Morning Dew. 1972.

Jeff Beck has spent his entire career kicking Eric Clapton in his pasty, pimply british ass.

Led Zeppelin. Whole Lotta Love. 1970.

The Royal Albert Hall live recordings of Zep are a treasure. They were still raw. The energy was incredible. Their chops hadn't fallen off. And Jimmy Page still wore argyle sweaters. This kicks so much dick.

Santana. Europa. 1980.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedle dee doo, squee squeedle dooo.

Naughty Lady - Silver Metre, 1969.

Skullcrucher - iron Claw, 1970.

Time Will Show The Wiser - Fairport Convention, 1967.

Richard Thompson on the noodles

Roy Buchanan. Wayfaring Pilgrim. 1985.

Some Velvet Morning - Vanilla Fudge, 1969.

Hazlewood meet Appice. You know it's going to be heavy.

Black Sabbath. Hands of Doom/Rat Salad. 1970.

The greatest bass line in the history of face melting riffage. Geezer Butler is the lord of fuck mountain. The man with the blistered thumbs of fury, and velour pants to match.

Tonight! Usher in Groundhogs Day!! At The Cabooze!!! Focus!!!!

Iron Maiden. Prowler. 1981.

Stroke inducing riffage.

Al Di Meola. Race with the Devil On A Spanish Highway.1978.

Frank Zappa. Black Napkins. 1977.

The unrelenting shredditude on display here rattles my old achey balls something fierce.

Elvin Bishop Group. The Sky is Crying. 1970.

Blunt.

Santana. Samba Pa Ti. 1971.

Santana spent years working as a dishwasher and busker in SF before melting faces off of skulls as a full-time noodle lord. When the Paul Butterfield Blues Band pulled a no-show at Filmore West in 1966, that old cranky bastard Bill Graham had to assemble an impromptu group to fill the slot. Carlos was pegged to shred on main axe, and so it was written...

His riffage is on point, and he makes some of the best "guitar faces" in the business.

Long Time Gone - Crosby Stills, Nash, Young & Jones 1969.

Rhino posted a happy birthday to Stephen Stills with this clip. I've always dug Tom Jones' Parrot years recordings. I gotta say, I like how he fits into the group. . . and those pants.