Led Zeppelin II
(Atlantic/Polydor 1969)

1. Whole Lotta Love
2. What Is and What Should Never Be
3. The Lemon Song
4. Thank You
5. Heartbreaker
6. Living Loving Maid (She's Just a Woman)
7. Ramble On
8. Moby Dick
9. Bring It On Home

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So, what do you want me to say about this album? That it's the second heavy metal album, still released one year before Sabbath's debut (or rather, the year before)? What would anyone want me to say about Zeppelin anyway? Let's get on with some more middle-ground controversy before someone discovers the sheer redundance of these reviews. This was actually my first acquaintance with the Zepsters once upon a time, which in turn means that what I initially had to build my notion on them on was undoubtedly their loudest and heaviest record ever, overflowing with crunchy, almost gravelly guitar histrionics. I guess one could hold the grainy and crackling production against it, but for one thing, it would be rather stupid since Page first of all already was a renowned production ace, and further on, he tried to - and did - produce heavy music in a time when there was no such thing as heavy music (almost, anyway) so it ends up being just as startling as, say, Hendrix's debut in all its calculated unpolishedness.

This is one album that first and foremost has to be judged from the point of view of the riffs rather than anything, and in that respect it doesn't disappoint. It commences with (a laugh, for about half a second before it proceeds with) one of the most classic heavy riffs ever in "Whole lotta love". Apart from that riff there is virtually no composing gone into it whatsoever, and the vocal lines are lifted from "You need lovin'" as performed by Small Faces three years earlier (which means that you'll have to check that one out), but oh my, what a performance! It continues the line of "Dazed & confused" with the psychedelic mid-section, only substituting the violin bowings with a Theremin, but the actual meat is as powerful as they would ever get and even if it's overplayed and overpraised, I for one cannot escape it being one of their most stellar moments. But don't let it overshadow "Heartbreaker" featuring yet another classic riff as well as a dexterious guitar break foreboding gazillions of future shredders, but let's not forget who's first and who's just a tasteless rip-off (*cough* Van Halen *cough*, who by the way didn't invent tapping, Steve Hackett did!). And then we have "What is and what should never be" which at gunpoint would be my bet for the best track on here, once again displaying the light-and-shade with quiet, almost jazzy, verses juxtaposed with the crashing descending chorus line.

A couple of notches below, but still on a relatively high level I'd put "The lemon song" in which they indulge in a dozen old blues tunes which all sound the same but are given a fierce guitar treatment which will give you a headache on first listen, and the sugary "Thank you" which is just a cozy little ballad with an inobtrusive melody and a tasteful organ (Jones again, of course). Then however, we're starting to tread some swampy water with the closing "Bring it on home" whose main riff is good but wasted on a rather meaningless song in the same vein as "How many more times", and the supposedly 'authentic' delta blues intro with a muddy harmonica doesn't do anything for me. Neither does "Living loving maid" whose main feature is that it's... fast, and "Ramble on" just plainly sucks. And of course, the piece de resistance "Moby Dick" is a drum solo and thusly cannot even be regarded as a song. I admit that it's impressive to bang the drumheads with one's bare palms and all, but from what I've learned this very track is assembled from bits and pieces of several different takes taped during various sessions and in that respect it seems all but totally useless. At least the live version was a bit more arranged on Bonzo's part (naturally) as well as more coherent.

It may be their heaviest record ever, but I wouldn't call it their best since I don't care that much for Zeppelin as a 'heavy' band. They were more about setting a certain 'mood', if you like, and they would indeed go on and explore that angle more effectively on the following albums. And if you're looking for something truly hard'n heavy you might as well skip to the next year and "Deep Purple in rock" for hard and Black Sabbath's debut for heavy.

Review: Led Zeppelin - s/t

Led Zeppelin
(Atlantic/Polydor 1969)

1. Good Times Bad Times
2. Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
3. You Shook Me
4. Dazed and Confused
5. Your Time Is Gonna Come
6. Black Mountain Side
7. Communication Breakdown
8. I Can't Quit You Baby
9. How Many More Times

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So, what do you want me to say about this album? That it's the first heavy metal album, released at least one year before Sabbath's debut? Forget it, I won't say that. Not because it isn't true or anything, it's just that it doesn't matter since I'm setting out to write about the contents and not its historical importance (which nonetheless is quite big, and that's how much we're going to talk about that). What matters though, is that it hits you over the head from the press play in such an astonishing way that even today in the year 2011, with all the metallic waters under the bridge, it's not that hard to imagine its impact when it was released over 40 years ago. I even remember my first impression when I, after careful investigation of my musical preference conditions visavi the first generation of heavy rock during my teens, installed it into my CD player; from the very first few thumping bars of "Good times, bad times" I knew that I had discovered a band that would rarely let me down (for a few years). It may be but a bagatelle, but I still think it's one of the best tracks on here. Short, sharp and crisp with a blistering guitar assault after the second round, as well as showcasing Bonzo's lightning-fast bass pedal in the verses, albeit not making that much of an impression these days as I since has learned how to emulate them myself but nonetheless having quite an impact upon me as a newly aspiring drummer boy way back when. All in all, a killer tune.

Already on the second track you're greeted with a thorough display of Page's alleged amibition of his 'light-and-shade' juxtaposition, with their rendition of an old folk tune in "Babe, I'm gonna leave you". I'd say that if anything, it successfully heralds the way for "Stairway to heaven", not least since the intro pattern is almost the same, but on here it's much more tense and foreboding and indeed alternated with full frontal assaults with an amount of power and frenzy that was rarely matched ever since, all the while with Plant plaintively assuring you that he is gonna leave you, and there's nothing you can do about it! The best known track on here is no less dramatic; "Dazed and confused" is undoubtedly one of the all-time Zep classics, showcasing just about everything that makes them worth your while. An ominous bass line, the pinging wahwah picks, Plant's battle cry which by the way is right up to the point on this studio version; I've never cared much for the live rendition which later on would showcase his off-melody ramblings, not to mention the lack of tightness which is all but present here (although it sure was a visual highlight with Pagey's bowings and all). Oh yeah, and the fast mid-section which showcases their ability to do fast mid-sections. You should be aware though, that a lot of these songs, "Dazed" included, are merely reworkings of older songs so their strength doesn't lie as much in the composing as in the arrangement, and quite a lot of their best songs get along mainly on the blistering performance and not on the melody. Whatever, "Dazed" is worth the entire album alone.

The lack of actual songwriting though becomes apparent on most of the remaining tracks where the excitement is all hung up on how much they can twist the ol' folk 'n blues to their advantage. See, after the massive impact of "Babe" and "Dazed" (and possibly "You shook me") there isn't that much going on here after all. "Communication breakdown" is a classic, of course, but I'm not a big fan of its punkish abandon really. "Black mountain side" is a nice showcase of Page's acoustics, but once again carried over from his Yardbirds days. The two slow blues workouts "You shook me" and "I can't quit you baby" are just dull, although the former at least displays some very impressing chops on their part, especially Plant going in total overdrive. "Your time is gonna come" isn't worth shit apart from the very moody and very unfitting church organ intro (on courtsey of Jones, who else would save the day?), and the closing "How many more times" is based upon exactly one riff which they overabuse ad infinitum.

At the end of the day, what saves this record is the band's sheer power and dexterity which hold even the weakest tracks above the water (apart from "Your time is gonna come", that one was beyond repair from the start) and that may as well be enough. And nothing in the world will ever prevent it from being one of the most exciting debut albums in the history of rock. Or death metal.

Review: Uriah Heep - Very 'eavy, very 'umble

Very 'eavy, very 'umble
(Vertigo 1970)

1. Gypsy
2. Walking In Your Shadow
3. Come Away Melinda
4. Lucy Blues
5. Dreammare
6. Real Turned On
7. I'll Keep On trying
8. Wake Up (Set Your Sights)

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I suppose some of you know the story of Uriah Heep rehearsing in the room next to a newly reformed Deep Purple and how they adopted their special brand of organ/guitar interplayed heavy rock. Not that it matters much since Heep from the very beginning were set to try out just about anything that made them look cool. It took some time before they eventually gelled together around their own brand of pseudo-art metal, but there are already traces of the future to be found on this rough-edged debut that's literally all over the place. Perhaps one reason that they couldn't settle in the beginning was the unstable lineup. The band was formed around the core members, guitarist Mick Box, keyboardist Ken Hensley and singer David byron, and in addition Paul Newton on bass guitar and Alex Napier on drums. Napier obviously didn't get along with the others and was temporarily replaced by Elton John's drummer boy Nigel Olsson about halfway through the recording of this album.

The songs themselves are mainly written by Box and Byron, apart from Newton's "Dreammare" (is that even a word?) and "Come away Melinda", apparently a cover. None of these two tracks are particularily representative of the things that would be though; The former is a primitive proto-metal, good-for-nothing ripoff of Zeppelin's "Your time is gonna come", showcasing lyrics depicting a nightmare and a stupid "lalalalala" climax which heralds their bad habit of filling lyrical space with nonsense. "Melinda" is slightly better, although I don't feel that neither they themselves nor the actual song match the intended sincerity, and it's mainly carried forth by Byron's nonetheless tender voice which he already manages to modulate in an impressive way. The blues workout "Lucy blues" can be dumped in the trashbin as well, as it adds nothing to their own significance and besides, I personally don't care much for blues in the first place, even if it's properly executed. Don't try to pass on faked crap like this! Thankfully, they wouldn't try to ever again. The two pedestrian Free-style rockers, "Walking in your shadow" and "Real turned on", are not much to write home about either.

So, having got the duffers out of the way, we can start concentrating on the good sides of the album. It starts off with a bang, as you all know. "Gypsy" is an instant classic and leads the way of how to make the best out of exactly one riff, and the most primitive riff imaginable at that. After the somewhat ambitious lead-in section it just proceeds to trample on everything in its way, like a bulldozer or a Godzilla or a brigade of stormtroopers or a... well, you get the idea. It just drags you along wether you want it or not, through the caves of operatic screams and the stormy battlefields of swirling organs. This is some mighty headbang for the bucks! Another interesting track is the closing "Wake up" with its naive anti-war lyrics, although set to a strangely adequate jazz-rock backdrop, almost reminding of Soft Machine in places. I say it works!

My personal bet for the best track on here though, is the oddly ignored "I'll keep on trying", the closest in style of what they would pursue later on. A moody organ-driven intro, interrupted by the trademark wailings before switching gears completely with the metallic guitar break, topped with peculiar bass triplets played at lightning speed underneath the rising lead lines leading into the very Sabbathesque verses. (That was a mouthful already! There's a lot going on in this song). And I'm really fond of the calm bridge section about two minutes in, where Byron really gets to shine as a melodic and powerful vocalist over the slowly ascending intensity of the lush backdrop, relieved by Box's furious wah-wah solo. Oh yes, everyone gets a share of the pie on this one and it's a shame that it seems to pass unnoticed even by fans.

So, a very sprawling debut with next to no focus that nonetheless serves as a token of the times. The heavy approach is already firmly in place but they don't yet know quite what to do with it, since they obviously didn't wanna get stuck merely in the "Gypsy" formula. Too bad they still did, then. (Joking, of course. But only slightly).

They hold no quarter: Led Zeppelin reviewed

The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands

Introduction

What is there left to say about the band that invented the 70's and ruined the 80's, 90's and 00's, that still is to be said? Well, apart from the fact that they were and still is a main pillar in my own perception of music in general and heavy metal in particular. Now, the term 'heavy metal' is as ambivalent as it's ridiculous, what with all the debate of wether or not metal was invented by The Kinks or Cream or Metallica or Cannibal Corpse, so let's just state the objective fact: Led Zeppelin pioneered heavy rock from the very beginning, but let's not forget that they were always above this their most infamous objective, never afraid of plunging into folk, prog and even synth-pop on occasion. They were also something of a 'supergroup', with Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones already being seasoned musicians in their own right at the time of the commence of the starship. This, along with the extraordinary capabilities of Robert Plant and John Bonham, also meant that they were highly professional, not at all afraid of showing off on stage in lengthy improvisations, even if the ultimate yield may have been quite hit-and-miss in terms of listenability. And they did indeed embody the 70's as well as the image of the quintessential rock band (alongside The Who and Rolling Stones), which has since gone into legend, not least through films like "This is Spinal Tap" and "Almost famous".

Nothing of this matters of course, at least not when it comes to the actual music which is an issue all by itself. Metal or not, their output is mainly suspended in the guitarworks of Pagey, inventing one classy riff after another, albeit not all of them heavy; there are a lot of equally classy acoustic works to be found in their catalogue which tip their hats to the folk tradition he was deeply into throughout their career. But let's not forget the immortal vocal gymnastics of Percy, crowning the songs with his almost superhuman wailings, and the mighty poundings of Bonzo, relentlessly driving the behemoth forward with an untiring force unsurpassed in modern drumming history. Now, not to go overboard with the praisings (that all the same where firmly embedded in my conciousness from the very beginning of my fandom), they all had their limitations in all of their show-off...ness (is that a word?).

Pagey, good as he is, was a very limited songwriter, often rehashing old blues standards with less-than-satisfactory results that just don't work out that well on the albums. And sometimes he is just goddamn sloppy, cranking out the riffs at lightning-speed seemingly without a care in the world for the ensuing results, something his heroin-addiction may or may not have been a part in during the latter half of the 70's. Percy, good as he is, sometimes just goes overboard in his yearning for pussy, on occasion sounding like he's having a wank right in front of the mike and in the process totally loses trace of the main melody. On stage it works better though, because there you're supposed to throw a fit of an orgasm. And Bonzo, good as he was, just isn't that inventive on his drums, often resorting to his renowned hyperspeed triplets during his showcase "Moby Dick" (and I do think that the outtake "Bonzo's Montreaux" is a whole lot more entertaining as a percussion piece), and even when he restricts himself to straightforward beats, he often end up quite single-minded in his brontosauric approach, yielding some rather unfitting results on softer tracks which could have called for more subtelty. He had the drive for sure, but not the subtle swing, as opposed to fellow drummers Ian Paice or Mitch Mitchell for instance.

And Jonesy then, good as he is. There's a reason why I didn't mention his capabilities earlier, and that's simply because over time he has turned out to be my favourite of the four, not least since he didn't display that desperate need to show off all the time. He's just the most sensible and talented member, not only due to his bass guitar works which may not be that outstanding but on the other hand always appropriate. He's also responsible for all the keyboard works on their albums, in the studio as well as on stage, often pulling a Ray Manzarek and abandons the bass in favour of a Hammond organ, a Rhodes or a Mellotron, and thus ends up bringing quite a prog-ish flavour to some of their grandest songs like "No quarter", "The rain song" and "Kashmir". In addition to all that, he is no slouch on mandolin when needed and to top it all off he is responsible for many an arrangement on the albums, something for which he was often revered even before Zeppelin.

So, there you have it. One of the greatest and most overrated bands known to man, with all their flaws and benefits on full display from the word go. I do find it hard to pinpoint their peak, in contrast to most people who seem to go for their untitled fourth album at gunpoint, but I can't help but feel that they never really nailed a complete masterpiece like, say, "Deep Purple in rock"; there are just too many throwaway tracks on each and everyone of them. On the other hand, I do believe that they maintained a relatively high level of quality all the way through the out door, so to speak, and I may be alone to think that their last studio album contains just as much good music as their second album, for instance. And, apart from Beatles, I seriously cannot think of any other major band that never released a truly bad album throughout their career.

Review: Caravan - s/t

Caravan
(Decca/Verve 1968)

1. Place of my Own
2. Ride
3. Policeman
4. Love Song with Flute
5. Cecil Rons
6. Magic Man
7. Grandma's Lawn
8. Where but for Caravan Would I?

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Somwhere around 1967 after the Wilde Flowers had withered, half of the crew proceeded to invent a soft machine in order to explore the depths of the London underground. When the other half heard about their venture they decided to scrap together yet another band and dub it Caravan, and listening to this debut sure makes you feel that the very name is sensed in the music. It's nothing short of a caravan of massive sounds stately and steadily proceeding through your speakers and into your subconsciousness. That statement may seem somewhat exaggerated now but consider that this was 1968, before all the crimson kings and armadillo tanks and ready suppers and all that. The closest equivalent I can think of at this point is Procol Harum, but they were still sporting a more soulish brand of baroque-tinged rock whereas Caravan went down the majestic route as well as spicing it up with playful folk-jazz passages, like in "Love song with flute", one of the best tracks on here.

You might as well already get adjusted to the weak singing voice of Pye Hastings (very weak actually, in places sounding like on the verge of cracking, carefully balancing on the right note) which would get better over the ensuing albums, but personally I don't really mind (I've heard much worse, especially considering the swedish indie scene) as it suits the songs well. He's occasionally assisted by Richard Sinclair who technically has got a better voice but there's something about it that ever so slightly annoys me. It's a bit meek and syrupy, but I'm not really complaining as it works as a good counterpart to Pye's whiney falsetto.

The songs cook however, and it starts off with a true highlight in "Place on my own" where the aforementioned grandness, emphasized by the echoey production and the somewhat foreboding intro/verse parts and the organ-led interlude make for a great contrast with the uplifting chorus. "Love song" is, like I said, another favourite with its wonderfully sharp transition into the chorus, as well as the closing "Where but for Caravan would I" showing the first signs of true prog dexterity, not least in its multi-part structure. "Magic man" is also a highlight, effectively working its way through three looping chords on which they weave several different melodies.

Out of the rest of the tracks I feel "Grandma's lawn" and "Policeman" to be a bit iffy even if the latter sports an obvious nod to Beatles in its McCartneyesque melody. (And it's always fun to bash the law enforcements every now and then). "Cecil Rons" is a lot of fun though, with a faux-scary organ arrangement underpinning a nursery rhyme not unlike The Who's "Silas Stingy". Finally there's the conga-driven mantra "Ride" that surely conjures the feeling of a caravan making its way out from Canterbury to wherever they ended up. Or more figuratively, from the humble beginnings of artrock into the vast and yet unknown terrain of progressive rock. Groovy!

In the land of grey and pink: Caravan reviewed

Where but for Caravan would I?

Introduction

Caravan is probably my main candidate for being the nicest bunch of artsy dudes of the prog movement in the early 70's. Their output simply reeks of sunshine and you can't go wrong with just about any of their records for breakfast as the start of a much better day than it would have been otherwise. For some reason they seem to have been overlooked, not only among the general public (as always) but in the art/prog community as well and that's really a shame. Because not only were they there from the very beginning, releasing their first album even before King Crimson had the chance of blowing our minds with their apocalyptic chops. They were also a force to be reckoned with among the other giants of the era and, taken as a whole, their output is actually far more even than most prog bands.

True, that sort of vouches for mediocrity and I admit that nothing in their catalog ever really woos me over like, say, "Close to the edge" does, but on the other hand Caravan has actually pulled off the feat of having virtually no serious duffer on any of their records (bar a couple of tracks which I'll get back to in due time, but who's perfect besides Columbo?). Pye Hastings proved to be quite a songwriter and combined with his thin and shakey voice he sort of underlined Caravan as one of the most perfect implementations of a white-ass nerd band not having neither the capabilities nor aspirations to rock the house down and get into girl's knickers (figuratively speaking of course, and being a white-ass nerd myself I mean that in a positive way).

As you all know they began in a local band called The Wilde Flowers together with to-be-members of Soft Machine, and were one main force in the so-called Canterbury scene. That term alone won't reveal much though and apart from the organ and some jazzy passages Caravan really didn't have anything in common with the fellow Canterbury colleagues musically. Their approach were just as much lush pop as it was jazz-tinged prog rock and in stature I'd say it's more appropriate to compare their music to baroque-influenced bands like Procol Harum and Zombies rather than the progressive contemporaries like Yes and Genesis. But they sure could prog out when they wanted to; They have several tricky songs as well as multi-part epics in their backpack and I believe they are definitely the best of the Canterbury bunch. Later on they more or less abandoned the prog route and went for the pure baroque pop sound instead, which they stuck with until they disbanded in the late 70's.

Lineup then: Pye Hastings - guitar and vocals, Dave Sinclair - keyboards, Richard Sinclair - bass guitar, Richard Coughlan - drums. That's basically what you need to know although some member changes took place down the line, with Hastings being the only consistent member together with Coughlan as his trusty sidekick.

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Oh, and after the band broke up, Pye Hastings would go on to become a successful talkshow host.

The endless enigma: Emerson, Lake & Palmer reviewed

Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends!

Introduction

The first thing you'll ever learn about these guys is that they were the first 'supergroup' of the proggern hemisphere. Who cares? You have to be above average to get a visa into that district anyway, because if you're not you'll end up in Uriah Heep. The second thing is that they made their living on hyper-fast semi-classical excourses on anything equipped with ivories, preferrably connected to sci-fi modulators (courtesy of Keith Emerson), hyper-fast machine gun drumming on anything equipped with a skin (courtesy of Carl Palmer) and suspiciously mellow folk balladry about anything equipped with a vagina (courtesy of Greg Lake). Every now and then though, they got together around lengthy pieces aspiring to one-up just about any modern classical composer in existence and in the process came up with some of the finest prog epics known to man. You see, this is one band where prog intiation is all but obligatory for anyone to have a decent chance to get into, and I don't really think that anyone with much more humble taste would have that much need for Lake's ballads alone. Not that they are bad or anything, quite the opposite, but we'll get to that in due time.

Anyhoo, they got together as a result of Keith Emerson's, freshly out of The Nice, ambition to expand the boundaries of three-piece bands in 1970. He teamed up with bass player/guitarist/singer Greg Lake, who was right in the midst of recording "In the wake of Poseidon" with King Crimson but decided ELP was a better shot, and drum ace Carl Palmer who was to be found in Atomic Rooster (which you by the way really should check out; Art metal began here and not with Uriah Cheap) as well as being an Arthur Brown graduate. And I'm gonna take the opportunity to debunk a widespread myth here; Hendrix was not considered as a fourth member (which would have yielded the abbreviation "HELP") since Emerson was keen on preserving the trio format from the very beginning, and I've got at least one fairly recent in-depth interview with Carl Palmer in a magazine to back it up. From the very beginning they pulled all the stops on their live performances with Emerson straddling his Hammond organ the same way that Hendrix straddled his guitar, making it scream and moan with feedback and all kinds of unholy noices, occasionally crowning it all with daggers between the keys. Trust me, you gotta see it if you haven't already! What he should be revered for though, is his classically tinged finger-flashing over the whole thing. He could pull out just about anything from his sleeve, from rag-time barroom piano to Bach-fugues at the speed of light. Of course, he had already made a name for himself in The Nice, but it was in ELP it rose to the sky really. And don't forget his toying with all those Moog synthesizers which he actually helped develop with Bob Moog himself at the time.

Obviously the center of attention, but do not forget that he was backed up by one of the finest rythm sections in prog as well. Carl Palmer may not be the fastest drummer in the world, but he sure is the fastest drummer I know of that simultaneously could swing and deliver something more than just robotic noice. After all, he took his inspiration from such giants as Buddy Rich, didn't he? And then Greg Lake, a great bass player in his own rights who on occasion had to switch to guitar to fill in the gaps, and on top of that crowned the songs with one of the best voices in rock. Bombastic but yet humane and delicate. Listen to what he does on tracks like "The great gates of Kiev" and compare it with "The sage" or "Living sin". Talk about versatility! And he was also responsible for the more melodic and accessible elements of ELP's output and all of their albums sports at least one stripped-down acoustic ballad on courtesy of him.

So there, the scene is set. Now what? Full frontal prog that managed to write itself into the history books as one of the most bloated, self-indulgent, escessive and pretentious acts of the whole movement. That's what the critics will tell you wether they like it or not, but that's not the whole picture. They were never strangers to silly little send-ups (or the aforementioned acoustic stuff) either, to spice up the flow on their albums and those who claim that progsters took themselves much too seriously have obviously missed out on songs like "Benny the bouncer". Of course, none of the occasional detours would overshadow their main schtick which was the grandiose epics and Emerson's lengthy keyboard excesses. But that's alright with me, because they are among the greatest epics and keyboard excesses ever captured on magnetic tape. I just don't want you to forget they were much more multi-faceted than they normally get credit for.

As is the case with many prog acts though, their heydays didn't quite survive the post-prog environment and they didn't exactly end it with a bang either towards the end of the decade. They have occasionally reunited to release stuff from the mid-80's and onward but I'm not familiar with that part of their career. Up until the mid-70's though, they were stratospheric and you may lov'em or hate'em but you gotta give'em their due for not giving a damn. Roll up, roll up! See the show!