We're stoned, but we're not free. Don't give up though, the cynical and the pessimistic never accomplish anything great!
For the time being however, I'll gladly drop out and let this downer rock storm drench me to the bone. The lyrics are thoughtful and well-written, the guitar solos are perfect to get lost in (all 17 minutes of Child Of Nations go by in a flash), the hazy production is fucking perfect, and the band just nails thedrugged out dirge sound that the UK was so excellent with in the early 70's.
And check out Glory Boy's main riff, which is one of the horniest things I've ever heard produced from an electric guitar.
This is a depressing album for a depressing reality, and gloomy drug rock has rarely sounded better to my ears.
Drop some acid, take Charge, and let the negative vibes creep all over you!
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