Well we figured out what killed the 70's.
This is a solid fuckin album, but it built a bridge from the safety of Zep/Sabbath proto-metal directly towards the island of shiteating hard rock swagger, and in came the masses.
At least as far as I've been able to dig up, it's patient zero, mark it 1973. Fucking, the first 3 lines of the whole album are: "Alright! Come on
now! Ooooh yeah!", before kicking into
schoolboy nonsense that was way ahead of its time. Listen to Rock Candy: Led Zeppelin covering AC/DC from a universe where time goes backwards. Also, that there is Sammy Hagar on vocals, who went on to catch some virulent new mutation of his own disease down the road, dooming us all.
The star is the man with the name on the sleeve: Ronnie Montrose's guitars are unstoppable, that tone, goddamn. That Space Station #5 riff, so good The Men basically ripped it off to kick off their (awesome) album. And that's one of the better of the 2,000 covers of Good Rockin Tonight I've heard.
A good, hard, funloving raveup, goofing off but stopping just short of the line - if only the 500 bands that came afterwards had as much sense 4/5
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