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When it comes to The Stones and their post-Exile ’70s output, anyone who cares about such things seems to always point to Some Girls as the classic platter that redefined the aging empire’s sound and vision, taking on disco and… Continue Reading →
It has to be tough to be a “psychedelic” rock band in India. Anyone who has ever set foot on this dusty, sacred ground knows that day-to-day, minute-to-minute life is infinitely trippier than anything The Incredible String Band ever dreamed…. Continue Reading →
We will kick things off here by stating this: George Harrison’s post-Beatles mega-opus All Things Must Pass is easily one of the greatest albums ever conceived, searching and sublime, eternally warm and glowing, a pastoral epic that deftly dodges… Continue Reading →
If the wild and woolly Blue Cheer’s self-titled debut were to take on physical form, it would perfectly materialize into one of those massive jugs of Boon’s Farm wine you can see being communally passed in rock festival footage from… Continue Reading →
The Flowers album was for loners and lovers only. It provided a tight backdrop for a lot of decadent fantasy. —Patti Smith Long dismissed as a cash grab hodgepodge of unreleased tracks and singles hastily released to capitalize on the… Continue Reading →
There is no discography as consistent, as expansive, or as exploratory as that of The Church. This is in no way meant to be a controversial statement. It isn’t a provocation. It’s just a simple fact. 34 albums deep, 867… Continue Reading →
If you’ve never heard, or heard of, Captain Beyond then you’re straight up sleep walking through life, my friend. Blooming from the ashes of Iron Butterfly in the fertile early 70s, The Captain was formed by totally groovy proto-metalers Larry… Continue Reading →
Alexander “Skip” Spence had one of the most golden late ‘60s freak scene resumes that could ever be typed up. If you were a counterculture superstar recruiter of the time and this patchouli-scented cover document crossed your groovy desk you… Continue Reading →
The first striking aspect about Serge Gainsbourg’s notoriously unheralded second album is the cover. Here sits a shockingly young and fresh-faced Serge, rocking a suit right out of an early Godard flick, fixing the camera with one of the coldest… Continue Reading →
Of any celebrated recording artist of the past 60 years, there is no stylistic phase more neglected than Serge Gainsbourg’s first four records. This could be for a variety of reasons, each one posing as a serious stumbling block both… Continue Reading →
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