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!!!!