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.