A staggering, rollicking, full-throated album, with Joplin's fixed-gear, full-speed voice rampaging front and center. This is a towering funeral pyre to the 60's, recorded just months after the decade ended, and just months before Joplin herself died of a heroin overdose, drenched in organs, fat riffs, and oozing psychadelia.
The best and worst thing about this album is Joplin's voice itself. It's ferocious and peerless, and always on, always tearing itself apart at the seams, the life of the party that won't quit rocking till the sun's burning high, a force of nature that will exhilarate and exhaust you 4/5
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