Skynyrd practiced their solos, wanted em the same every time. I never could get past that.
It's a solid collection songs, filled with tasty guitar lines, honkytonk shuffle, and a generous helping of unexpected turns. But without grit, without real looseness, what good is this kinda rock? Too polished, too calculated to excite. Also, fuck Sweet Home Alabama 3/5
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