Thursday, September 16, 2010
The Byrds-Chestnut Mare-1970. German Television.
If not for the drummer, this jam might have just completely fell apart. Nice rolling bass lines though. And way to get monstrously ripped before your appearance on German Television, dudes. That's how I roll, too.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Show announced! Crow / Uriah Heep - Medina Entertainment Center, Fri. Nov. 5, 2010.
The troglodytes emerging from their stalactated lairs will be lining up for double shots of molten lead. This show is going to be that heavy.
MAN-Daughter of the Fireplace. 1970.
I guess they had an entire album banned in the UK due to a "simulated" female orgasm in one of the songs. Judging by their desperado looks and dangerous licks, I'm betting that orgasm was as real as the itch in my crotch.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Atomic Rooster. A Spoonful of Bromide Helps The Pulse Rate Go Down. 1972.
Imagine for a moment that you're the hotel maid assigned to clean the rooms of the respective members of Atomic Rooster. After haplessly assessing the carnage, you compose yourself. You can do this. You wake the medicated groupies, you dump the mountainous ashtray, you pour out the last foul slosh of bong water. Miraculously, you're going to be just fine. You can actually see carpet through technicolor vomit and bile. You feel accomplished, if not a bit nauseous.
Then you find yourself face-to-face with a raccoon sized hair ball in the shower drain. You drop your dust pan, and solemnly admit defeat.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Phil Lynott. Fool's Gold. 1976.
I'm not exactly sure why Phil is rocking without the the Lizzy's in this televised performance, but this song is probably my favorite TL songs and it's the only semi-live rendition I could find.
There's a weird Spinal Tap vibe in the opening that deserves extra face melter points.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Jethro Tull. Cross-eyed Mary. 1976.
There are only a few bands that can out geek Rush, and Jethro Tull is definitely one of them. The interesting thing is that if you shed the fruity frontman/busker/flute poof, this band really fucking shreds.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Pretty Things. Death. 1969
In memory of Jake's Pretty Things vinyl that that little bastard dog Harmon destroyed.
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