The Faces were a weird backwards supergroup: feauring the dregs of The Small Faces after Steve Marriott left to form Humble Pie, paired with former-Jeff-Beck-future-solo-superstar singer Rod Stewart.
Aside: Rod Stewart! Your personal test of this album may rest on whether you can get past your preconceptions about a voice who would go on to be so tirelessly soulless. His delivery is carefully ragged and generally fine, but I kind of can't unhear echoes of Do Ya Think I'm Sexy.
Women are a reoccurring theme: women who are battled against,
seduced, dismissed, and loved romantically and otherwise. It's casually
nasty in places, sweet in others, painting a complex portrait of the
fairer sex and the band's opinions about them.
The band, though, came to play, sounding raucous, spontaneous and alive on the faster tunes. It's bracing and exciting, more so than most of the bands still mining R&B roots by 1971. This is a band that cares about Rock and Roll and this is one of the finer albums in this vein, beating out Humble Pie easily for rollicking rock power.
Suck it Steve Marriott 4/5
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