This is an especially killer record & very interesting one. B.B. is on fire. Top notch sessions cats playing soulful rhythm & blues. Carole King & Leon Russell on pianos, Russ Kunkel on drums, Joe Walsh on rhythm guitar, and Bryan Garofalo on bass. Merry Clayton, Clydie King, Venetta Fields & Sherrie Matthew sing background on the final cut, a Leon Russell song. Get yr hands on a copy if possible. "Indianola Mississippi Seeds" (1970)
She (the singer) reminds me a huge lot of an ex-girlfriend I had in the mid-90s.
I was totally in love with her. She's been into Sonic Youth, Nick Cave and bad memories. I'll never forget our times. I'll never let her go.
I've had this 2017 deluxe edition for a while, but somehow managed to listen to part of it and shelve it in favor of all the plethora of new stuff that's come out over the past few years. This was slated for release as a single in 1967, but also shelved, in a somewhat more egregious decision than mine.
One can get lost on the interwebs. There's lots stuff by The Clash out there of varying quality. Pretty big fan of most of the performances tho. This, however, has quickly become a favorite for sound quality & performance. It's not the highest but that's not what I'm looking & listening for. This is the best. The little changes here and there on most of the songs are spot on, from being shit-hot on fire, a real gang kicking it out. Many/most tunes are just a hair faster than the recordings, the umph that killer live rock n roll can have. Just so fucking good.
Well, as they say, Nothing stands the pressure of the Clash City Rockers!
What passes for "rock" these days is disappointing. Bland and lifeless, slow, mopey, stale, in-ear-monitor garbage, all pitch-corrected and tidy and polished like a blue ribbon county fair turd sculpture.
Though I really can't listen to things like this Clash concert now, or any live punk rock thing (hello Hüsker Dü box set). But the records remain great. They're the last gasp of rock and roll spirit, before it became a commodity like disposable diapers or Bitcoin. It's the spirit that's missing today, and I don't know if the kids can get it back. I think that bird has flown.