Apparently they're out in support of the third or whatever release/re-release of a remastered/remixed/back-to-the-original mix, & accompanying DVD & also, which we mentioned/linked/copied outright some time ago (Couple wks., at least.) but why be arsed even to link that? Huh? Really, why?
They're playing their 1973 album, Raw Power, tonight, leaving the show uncontaminated by weaker latter-day material. With it comes no shortage of energy; that would be impossible in the face of the sheer wall of blues-punk pulsating through the huge stacks of man-sized amps on stage. It's inescapable – they've got everything turned up to eleven; the kick drum, especially, is beating through my chest like an augmented heart. It's primal, and it's unutterably thrilling.Yes, we pulled "force of nature" out of the Scrabble: Cliché Version sack, but it's not (yet) at the point where "turned up to eleven" is bandied about w/o irony here.
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