Friday, 9 March 2012

Blood Of The Sun

Calling all red-eyed wreckoids..  Feel free to unclench what's left of yer teeth and gradually release ya death-grip on dem rekkids!  It would seem that further doses of heavily boogified blooze have once again become available for general consumption after all..  That's handy!  To help prevent your melancholy turning morose, we've unearthed a fella 'ere who knows just how you feel, or so it would seem..  Please, allow him to put that strut back in your step..  Hey, you deserve it!  Right?  'Course ya do!  Anyways, without any further whiffs of cynical reservation, I give you: Leslie West!  Yes, the legendarily larger than life proto-Mountain man himself!  Now, some self-important and drearily ignorant hacks out there in the 'real world' (wherever that is), ever-desperate to prove their cutting-edge credentials, would have you believe that bands like Mountain were the absolute nadir of Rock Music's seemingly otherwise hallowed trajectory in the 70's..  But, (lucky for us) here we're able to swiftly dismiss such callow analysis and easily parry any and all calculatedly callous attacks from the mouths of blowhards with a quick 'n' easy three-word rebuff: 'Mississippi Queen', motherfucker!  But that singularly scorching piece of cowbell-heavy Rock History had yet to be molested forth out of the molten magma..  So, let's consider Leslie's solo album from 1969 then..  It seems the good Mr. West had something of a personal epiphany in the late 60's..  Finding his puny mind being blown clean out of his esteemed cranium and replaced with something altogether new (was it goo?) watching primo-era Cream, live, after necking a coupla tabs of industrial-strength blotter acid..  Ladies and gentlemen, I implore you..  Listen to Leslie lick his late-sixties mutton-chops!  Soak up all the burned out, bloozed-up boogie-loogie you can handle, before gently sinking into some tentatively tenderfooted balladeering..  After all, this is half of the band who would ultimately become the mighty Mountain, this is the band whose fourth gig was friggin' Woodstock!  And yes, this was also the first time Leslie and Felix got to indulge their propensity for a mutual fondle-fest of their respective (musical) instruments together etc..  Gadzooks!

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